That night was a night to be alive. The sweat in the air made his mind go numb; the smell of alcohol, smoke, filled his nose with every passing second. The pounding of feet to the bass pumped through him like an electrical shock. He was alive that night, he was free to be his old self.
All he was worried about was having fun. Ever since he had gotten to Manta Carlos, it seemed that his one night stands and kisses had went down. It wasn't as easy to get power users to fall for someone that seemed so... Normal. He hated that. It made him be angry to the people in his classes, to the few people that did want him in the way he wanted almost everyone.
That night was his night. He got into a club, even for his age, which had set him on a path of blindness until morning. Older people were around him, wanting him, dancing around him. The beat of the music was taking control of everyone around him, fogging up his mind to be a slave to the rhythm.
He felt legs and arms and chests brush up against him, either passing or wanting to be closer to him. His sweat ridden hair was a mess from all the moving around he had been doing, as dancing was a gruesome activity. He started to come out of his high when he noticed that he wasn't the only one that was getting surrounded. Someone else was taking his spotlight, his moment to go back to his old life.
He glared. He danced closer to that person, wanting to see their face between the constant bobbing and shaking of heads around them. He wanted to be better than her, by any means. He showed off a few of his best dance moves, most of them being highly suggestive. That attracted him a few girls and a handful of guys over to him, but still.... He wasn't winning.
@Sashi
All he was worried about was having fun. Ever since he had gotten to Manta Carlos, it seemed that his one night stands and kisses had went down. It wasn't as easy to get power users to fall for someone that seemed so... Normal. He hated that. It made him be angry to the people in his classes, to the few people that did want him in the way he wanted almost everyone.
That night was his night. He got into a club, even for his age, which had set him on a path of blindness until morning. Older people were around him, wanting him, dancing around him. The beat of the music was taking control of everyone around him, fogging up his mind to be a slave to the rhythm.
He felt legs and arms and chests brush up against him, either passing or wanting to be closer to him. His sweat ridden hair was a mess from all the moving around he had been doing, as dancing was a gruesome activity. He started to come out of his high when he noticed that he wasn't the only one that was getting surrounded. Someone else was taking his spotlight, his moment to go back to his old life.
He glared. He danced closer to that person, wanting to see their face between the constant bobbing and shaking of heads around them. He wanted to be better than her, by any means. He showed off a few of his best dance moves, most of them being highly suggestive. That attracted him a few girls and a handful of guys over to him, but still.... He wasn't winning.
@Sashi