He had been ditched. Again. Bill sighed as he looked around the empty club, this one filled with a few scattered humans. It wasn't Risk, or any of the other clubs he had been to with his friend Andi before. This was a new club, though it looked like every other one on the block. Flashing lights, groping people, loud music. Lots of drinks, too.
Not being of the proper age to drink, however, Bill had been nursing shirley temples and cokes all night. He hadn't even wanted to come out, truly, though he wouldn't be the last to admit that he had needed to get away from home. It was suffocating there, without his brother around. His father, bordering on the edge of neglectful as always, had either ignored Bill or ordered him to do chores, depending on his mood and his blood-alcohol content. Still, Bill hadn't wanted to go outside alone, at least after dark. Not now that he knew…
Except he didn't really know, did he? He could only imagine the dangers out there, could only hope that they were confined to the darkness, as vampires were. What else could there possibly be out there? Werewolves, nymphs, angels…Emil had mentioned all of those things, but had implied that there were more than that. Bill didn't know what he was up against, and it was terrifying.
That was the primary reason he hadn't left his apartment after dark in the past two weeks, nor had he left it for any other reason than groceries runs and work. Tonight was the first night he had dared to step outside since he had found out that more creatures than merely vampires existed, and Andi had ditched him in the back of the club. Some friend.
Last call for drinks found Bill with an empty glass, his body numb from sitting still in the same position for so long. He had danced at first, had a bit of a good time. Then he had grown bored of dancing by himself and taken to sitting in one of the alcoves of the club to watch everyone else. He didn't feel like dancing again, his imagination overcoming his senses once alone. What if there was some type of creature that fed off dance energy? That simply made you dance yourself to death? What if it made Bill its next victim? Sometimes, having an overactive imagination was a bad thing, and this was definitely it.
The club was closing, now, and Andi was nowhere to be seen. Bill pushed himself off the stool and dared to wander around the thinning floor, but the bleach blond was gone, probably with a one night stand that may or may not have been a vampire. He was rather good at ditching Bill at the worst times, he had noticed.
Biting his lip in trepidation, Bill stepped outside of the club and into the light of a yellow streetlamp, phone clutched in his hand. The light played off of his cherry red leather jacket, a piece he wished he hadn't worn now, though it looked good enough in the mirror at home. Here, though, in public, it drew eyes towards him, and he didn't know who--or what--was watching. His hair, as well, drew the eyes of many, the black and blond locks spiked up to outrageous proportions considering their length, though it was falling flat now. His eyes were ringed in black eyeliner, the once-black eyeshadow now smudged and wiped away after hours in a dark club.
Despite looking somewhat the worse for wear and despite the late hour, Bill didn't want to go home. He never wanted to go home, really, but he couldn't stand on the street corner all night, especially with what could be lurking around. He didn't even know what could be lurking around, actually--quite the problem, as he felt that any minute might well be his last. Still, he was in vampire territory, so hopefully that was all he had to worry about here.
Bill looked around, leaning against the streetlamp as he searched through his contact list. It was thin, most of the names being ones he knew from the daylight hours. He had texted Andi multiple times already, but had yet to get a reply. He could most likely safely assume that the other boy wouldn't be driving him home that night.
He couldn't call Emil, either…well he was sure he could, but Emil probably had important things to do, and Bill had imposed on him quite a bit lately, especially since he had stayed at his house and everything. Not to mention that there was a chance of running into Lamar again, and after the other had never so much as texted or called or made any indication that he wanted to see Bill again after their single instance of lust, Bill wasn't keen on taking that chance at all.
David… His thumb hovered over the call button, wondering if he should really call the vampire to come pick him up. He didn't want to sound whiny or scared, though the fact that he was too scared to walk home by himself was an honest fact. The fact that he didn't particularly want to go home right now was another fact. He pressed the button.
The phone rang, and he exhaled as the voice answered. What was he doing? Hadn't Emil just told him not to go home with any strange vampires? Still, David was hardly a stranger. And Bill had already gone home with him once before anyway. He wondered if David even wanted to take Bill home again, though.
"Um, hi," he greeted lamely, squeezing his eyes shut as he wished he could come up with something cooler to say. "It's Bill. How's it going?"
Awkward. The conversation was horribly, horribly awkward, and he hadn't even spoken ten words. How did one normally call a hookup back, anyway? They probably didn't wait three or four weeks. What if David didn't even remember him?
