Reserved for CK
He had almost forgotten what it was like not to worry about anyone hanging over his shoulders like a dead goose. The newfound freedom from commitment felt great after almost six months of walking on eggshells with his former lover, and he hadn’t let it go to waste. He had partied with Tommy several nights after work without having to call anyone to let them know when he was going to be coming home. Quinn even felt a new wave of passion transform his body as he danced on stage for the Pompeii. He even gave a few personal lap dances, something he had forbidden himself from doing while he was in a relationship. No relationship meant no problem.
His singularity brought him more cash every night, more attention, and more customers. Sure, he had to deal with more customers approaching him more frequently – especially among the regulars like Jeremiah, who knew everything about everybody – but it was nothing that he dreaded. There were no more angry texts or calls, or messages left to be received at the low point of a day. At the end of the night, the subway took him home to an apartment filled with fish and the other things that he cared about. There was no one in his bed unless he wanted there to be – and they would have been gone by the morning if that had been the case.
The lack of a partner didn’t upset him. To the contrary it was like breathing after spending time under water after a dive. He loved having a warm bed, but the few weeks of abstinence wasn’t killing him and it provided him with a stronger, clearer desire. For those few weeks, there was nothing to worry to about, no awkward comments, no broken hearts, no condoms, nothing. And that was fine by Quinn.
This night was no different. He walked into the Pompeii for his night of weighting tables, dressed himself in his costume for the night – chest barren tonight – and began his rounds. The night started off slowly, but picked up as soon as the sun set, as it usually did. There were more than enough dancers and staff tonight, so Quinn could take it easy, dip into the liquor at the bar. The mood in the air was light, probably with the onset of the coming spring, and the entire club felt it.
By the time he had seen his favorite vampire, he had been sitting on the lap of one of the regulars, who was running his hands generously over Quinn’s back and rump. He caught Jerry’s eye from across the bar but lingered with his clients for a moment longer in order to get the money for their drinks. With groans and shouts of complaint over the absence of Calypso, Quinn sauntered away to the table that Jerry had just seated himself at. There was sly smirk on his face as he sat across from Jerry.
God, it felt good to be free.
