Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco > Wrong Time, Wrong Place
Prologue
So I’m not a goth, I’m not industrial, I’m not really much of anything. I’m just a guy who needed a job and had a nice body. That’s about it. Besides, I love the feel of leather on my skin. Is that a crime? No, didn’t think so. When I got the job at this club, I wasn’t exactly aware it was a gay club, but that’s fine. I like guys just as much as I like girls, so who was I to complain? I got eye candy and so did they.
Besides, gay guys tip well. I wasn’t ashamed of this job when I first got it. I was just a dancer, you know? It wasn’t like I was having sex with people for money. I was just dancing and getting tips. It was a night job. I had a day job, working at a movie theater. Well, I didn’t tell anyone that I had that night job, but I wasn’t exactly ashamed of it. I just felt no one needed to know.
Anyway, I was dancing away on the platform when I notice a guy leaning against a pillar, grinning at me, watching me dance. That wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Just a guy with heavy outliner, a few lip rings, his hair gelled to be in a fohawk of sorts, and dark clothing, chains, and gothic symbols everywhere. I wasn’t too weirded out. I had guys like that stare at me all the time. Only this guy was a little bit more attractive than the men who usually stared at me.
So I stared back and he was enjoying the show. After several minutes, he walked over and gestured for me to come down. So I knelt down to him. He whispered something to me, which I couldn’t hear since the music was blasting around us. It was a Marilyn Manson song. Of that, I was sure. “Don’t break, Don’t break my heart. And I won’t break your heart shaped glasses. Little girl, little girl…” the lyrics continued on as I watched him talk to me. I still couldn’t hear a word, but there he was, talking. Then he shoved a $50 tip in the band of my leather briefs.
I grinned at him and winked, standing up to keep dancing. He didn’t seem fazed that I hadn’t heard a word he’d said. That was fine with me. He retreated back to his original spot to keep watching me, now with a glint in his eyes. I didn’t mind. In fact, I was hoping he’d come back and give me another $50 tip. Maybe not tonight, but next weekend… Or maybe even tomorrow. I could hope, right?
As the night dragged on, he came over and gestured for me to kneel down again. So I did. Just as he spoke, the music had gone low and I heard him, “I’m leaving, but I’ll see you tomorrow night. Good night, gorgeous,” and he left. Gorgeous? No one had ever complimented me before. I smiled and just kept up dancing.
The following day, I went into work at the theater. I was standing at the concession stand and telling people to enjoy their popcorn when a familiar face came up to the counter. I felt my heart stop. No. Shit, shit, shit. He recognized me too and this… this was too awkward. Here he was, dressed similarly to the way he was dressed last night and I was wearing a bright red polo shirt and white khaki pants. I couldn’t stop thinking that he’d seen me half naked.
I knew he was thinking the same thing as he grinned, “Hey there,” and I had no idea what to do, so I just smiled, “So this is your day job?” like I said earlier, I had never been ashamed of my night job. Until now. He made it seem like a crime that I was a go-go dancer at an Industrial club. But for fuck’s sake, I needed money!
I cleared my throat, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He laughed, “Sure you don’t. But I’d recognize those honey eyes and chocolate brown hair anywhere. You can’t fool me.”
My cheeks turned red and I cleared my throat, “What can I get for you?”
“Well, I did give you $50 last night,” god, why wouldn’t he stop? “So why don’t you give me a little show?” oh my god, this was going to be the death of me, wouldn’t it? Or at least the loss of my job. I shook my head and he rolled his eyes, “Good, I was kidding,” he wrapped his arm around the girl standing next to him with bright pink hair and black lipstick on, “Large popcorn and watermelon sour patch.”
“Sure,” I turned my back to him and filled up a large bag of popcorn. When I turned around, he pulled his eyes up from what I could only guess was my posterior. He grinned. I took a deep breath and put the bag on the counter, reaching down to grab the candy he had requested, “Did you want any drinks?”
“Do you, babe?” he asked the girl next to him.
She shook her head, “Nah, I’m good.”
“We’re fine.”
I nodded and rang them up. After they paid, I watched as they walked away. Why? Why did this have to happen to me? People who went to that club weren’t supposed to come here, not to my day job. They were so different for that reason! No one was supposed to see me. FUCK.
I was wiping down the counter when I saw the hand with black nail polish land on mine. I slowly looked up and he was grinning at me, “So will I see you tonight?” I gulped.
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A/N: I know, I know. "ANONYMO, STOP WRITING. I CAN'T KEEP UP WITH YOU!" but ideas pop up in my head like wildfire. I can't help it. :( And they're all so different, I can't combine them! Anyway, five reviews equals update!
So I’m not a goth, I’m not industrial, I’m not really much of anything. I’m just a guy who needed a job and had a nice body. That’s about it. Besides, I love the feel of leather on my skin. Is that a crime? No, didn’t think so. When I got the job at this club, I wasn’t exactly aware it was a gay club, but that’s fine. I like guys just as much as I like girls, so who was I to complain? I got eye candy and so did they.
Besides, gay guys tip well. I wasn’t ashamed of this job when I first got it. I was just a dancer, you know? It wasn’t like I was having sex with people for money. I was just dancing and getting tips. It was a night job. I had a day job, working at a movie theater. Well, I didn’t tell anyone that I had that night job, but I wasn’t exactly ashamed of it. I just felt no one needed to know.
Anyway, I was dancing away on the platform when I notice a guy leaning against a pillar, grinning at me, watching me dance. That wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Just a guy with heavy outliner, a few lip rings, his hair gelled to be in a fohawk of sorts, and dark clothing, chains, and gothic symbols everywhere. I wasn’t too weirded out. I had guys like that stare at me all the time. Only this guy was a little bit more attractive than the men who usually stared at me.
So I stared back and he was enjoying the show. After several minutes, he walked over and gestured for me to come down. So I knelt down to him. He whispered something to me, which I couldn’t hear since the music was blasting around us. It was a Marilyn Manson song. Of that, I was sure. “Don’t break, Don’t break my heart. And I won’t break your heart shaped glasses. Little girl, little girl…” the lyrics continued on as I watched him talk to me. I still couldn’t hear a word, but there he was, talking. Then he shoved a $50 tip in the band of my leather briefs.
I grinned at him and winked, standing up to keep dancing. He didn’t seem fazed that I hadn’t heard a word he’d said. That was fine with me. He retreated back to his original spot to keep watching me, now with a glint in his eyes. I didn’t mind. In fact, I was hoping he’d come back and give me another $50 tip. Maybe not tonight, but next weekend… Or maybe even tomorrow. I could hope, right?
As the night dragged on, he came over and gestured for me to kneel down again. So I did. Just as he spoke, the music had gone low and I heard him, “I’m leaving, but I’ll see you tomorrow night. Good night, gorgeous,” and he left. Gorgeous? No one had ever complimented me before. I smiled and just kept up dancing.
The following day, I went into work at the theater. I was standing at the concession stand and telling people to enjoy their popcorn when a familiar face came up to the counter. I felt my heart stop. No. Shit, shit, shit. He recognized me too and this… this was too awkward. Here he was, dressed similarly to the way he was dressed last night and I was wearing a bright red polo shirt and white khaki pants. I couldn’t stop thinking that he’d seen me half naked.
I knew he was thinking the same thing as he grinned, “Hey there,” and I had no idea what to do, so I just smiled, “So this is your day job?” like I said earlier, I had never been ashamed of my night job. Until now. He made it seem like a crime that I was a go-go dancer at an Industrial club. But for fuck’s sake, I needed money!
I cleared my throat, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He laughed, “Sure you don’t. But I’d recognize those honey eyes and chocolate brown hair anywhere. You can’t fool me.”
My cheeks turned red and I cleared my throat, “What can I get for you?”
“Well, I did give you $50 last night,” god, why wouldn’t he stop? “So why don’t you give me a little show?” oh my god, this was going to be the death of me, wouldn’t it? Or at least the loss of my job. I shook my head and he rolled his eyes, “Good, I was kidding,” he wrapped his arm around the girl standing next to him with bright pink hair and black lipstick on, “Large popcorn and watermelon sour patch.”
“Sure,” I turned my back to him and filled up a large bag of popcorn. When I turned around, he pulled his eyes up from what I could only guess was my posterior. He grinned. I took a deep breath and put the bag on the counter, reaching down to grab the candy he had requested, “Did you want any drinks?”
“Do you, babe?” he asked the girl next to him.
She shook her head, “Nah, I’m good.”
“We’re fine.”
I nodded and rang them up. After they paid, I watched as they walked away. Why? Why did this have to happen to me? People who went to that club weren’t supposed to come here, not to my day job. They were so different for that reason! No one was supposed to see me. FUCK.
I was wiping down the counter when I saw the hand with black nail polish land on mine. I slowly looked up and he was grinning at me, “So will I see you tonight?” I gulped.
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A/N: I know, I know. "ANONYMO, STOP WRITING. I CAN'T KEEP UP WITH YOU!" but ideas pop up in my head like wildfire. I can't help it. :( And they're all so different, I can't combine them! Anyway, five reviews equals update!
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