I absently brush a strand of hair away from my face, annoyed with the
long red lock. I straighten my black dragon hide jacket, make sure that my
black knee high boots are zipped up the entire way, then step forward to
confront the club bouncer, smiling confidently.
The Dragon Scale is one of the most popular clubs in the area. Surprisingly enough, it's a hit with both the Muggles and wizards. Of course, nobody is stupid enough to use magic here, so none of the Muggles are suspicious. It's actually nice, getting a chance to interact with them, listen to their music, which is much like the music I regularly listen to, and do things their way. I don't come here that often, mainly because I prefer The Red Balance, a non-Muggle club, but it's a nice change in pace.
I don't recognize this bouncer, he doesn't recognize me, but I don't worry about entrance. I know that I'll get in. After all, why wouldn't I? I fit the unstated requirements perfectly, and we both know it.
I'm right; he nods shortly and waves me through the door with a big grin on his face, his eyes tracking me as I go inside. I guess he likes what he sees.
I knew that all this dragon hide would be worth the heat. So what if I sweat a little… It's nothing compared to watching people sweat for other reasons when I walk by. Who cares that it was virtually impossible to get these stupid boots on over my skintight pants made of the same material? I look good.
As I step into the building, it's like I've changed worlds. Outside is the same old boring place I live everyday. Not as bad as the Muggle world must be, certainly, but it's the same thing, day after day. Tell the goblins what to do, talk to fussy customers, charm my way into getting another raise…
I'm Bill, the charming, polite, interesting young man with the nice smile, lean body, strange earring and ridiculously long hair. The banker, the brother, the son.
Once I'm inside the club, however, I'm in a completely different place, with a completely different life to go with my new setting. I'm the hot guy all in leather, which a closer look reveals to be dragon hide, if you're not a Muggle and can recognize it for just what it is. The man with the long red hair, green eye-shadow, and flirty smile. The one winking at you from the bar, or looking your way from the corner, or coming up to dance with you during the next song. The one jumping impulsively up onto the stage to dance with the live band, or crowd surf in the impromptu mosh pit.
I'm the life of the party, even in a place this wild and crowded. And I love it.
I dance my way over to the bar, stopping occasionally to talk to a person I've seen before. I sit down on a stool, order a Mud Slide, or Pure Chocolate-Alcohol Heaven, as I think of it, and look appraisingly out at the people around me.
The Dragon Scale is one of the most popular clubs in the area. Surprisingly enough, it's a hit with both the Muggles and wizards. Of course, nobody is stupid enough to use magic here, so none of the Muggles are suspicious. It's actually nice, getting a chance to interact with them, listen to their music, which is much like the music I regularly listen to, and do things their way. I don't come here that often, mainly because I prefer The Red Balance, a non-Muggle club, but it's a nice change in pace.
I don't recognize this bouncer, he doesn't recognize me, but I don't worry about entrance. I know that I'll get in. After all, why wouldn't I? I fit the unstated requirements perfectly, and we both know it.
I'm right; he nods shortly and waves me through the door with a big grin on his face, his eyes tracking me as I go inside. I guess he likes what he sees.
I knew that all this dragon hide would be worth the heat. So what if I sweat a little… It's nothing compared to watching people sweat for other reasons when I walk by. Who cares that it was virtually impossible to get these stupid boots on over my skintight pants made of the same material? I look good.
As I step into the building, it's like I've changed worlds. Outside is the same old boring place I live everyday. Not as bad as the Muggle world must be, certainly, but it's the same thing, day after day. Tell the goblins what to do, talk to fussy customers, charm my way into getting another raise…
I'm Bill, the charming, polite, interesting young man with the nice smile, lean body, strange earring and ridiculously long hair. The banker, the brother, the son.
Once I'm inside the club, however, I'm in a completely different place, with a completely different life to go with my new setting. I'm the hot guy all in leather, which a closer look reveals to be dragon hide, if you're not a Muggle and can recognize it for just what it is. The man with the long red hair, green eye-shadow, and flirty smile. The one winking at you from the bar, or looking your way from the corner, or coming up to dance with you during the next song. The one jumping impulsively up onto the stage to dance with the live band, or crowd surf in the impromptu mosh pit.
I'm the life of the party, even in a place this wild and crowded. And I love it.
I dance my way over to the bar, stopping occasionally to talk to a person I've seen before. I sit down on a stool, order a Mud Slide, or Pure Chocolate-Alcohol Heaven, as I think of it, and look appraisingly out at the people around me.