Jockey's mirror sat on the table in front of him, set with four lines of coke. He leaned down over the table and pressed the dollar bill to his nose, inhaling until that line was clear. A spark, like lightning, crackled between his eyes, deep in the sockets. He reclined back to the padding of the VIP both and waited for his nose, throat, and lips to numb. His green eyes watered and Nikolai Armani pinched off both nostrils to ward off a nosebleed. With his other hand, he passed the mirror to the left, sniffling as he did so.
Blossoming. Warm. Tingling. Filling. Lifting. Smiling. Nikolai groaned as the wave of pleasure, of happiness pressed into him like a lover. A beautiful lover, naked and willing. Ready to get fucked crazy. His favorite.
He opened his eyes and the club was almost too bright, flashing in his eyes as bodies ground together mere feet from him. Crop tops. Wife beaters. Tanned skin, glowing in the summer heat. He wanted to taste someone. He pulled out a cigarette from the pack on the table. Earthy in his mouth, tangy, astringent. Jockey flicked the lighter open, as if he knew, and Nikolai leaned forward to light it, puffing until smoke billowed from his mouth. Blue grey, glowing under the ultraviolet lights nearby. Toxic.
Nikolai watched in fascination as plebeians milled about. Laughing, spilling drinks, dancing. Flashes of flesh and debauchery. He watched, a stiffy growing beneath the table, reminding him to taste. His heart matched the pace of the music, heavy and fast, breathtaking. He followed beautiful figures with his eyes as Jockey, Vincent, and Cole argued about what liquor to find, which waitress would suck dic.k the best and why. Nikolai had no interest in such things. His eyes had just landed upon a beautiful piece of meat that no one else would appreciate.
Something in him growled in pleasure and his gaze didn't leave her as she made her way closer, out onto the floor. Jacket, pumps, and skin-tight pants. She dressed for no one but herself. He liked that. Nikolai took another drag from his cigarette, dilated green eyes fixating on the way her hips moved as she walked.