Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)A light flickered in a cold, damp ally, glimmering across a slick and grimy tin can in the hand on a seemingly young man. He lingered the area often, and rarely left the small ally. Every night the light beside him flickered, and he'd be sitting, fighting the edges of sleep. The street had been located in the lower side of downtown, a place you wouldn't normally find a man such as Deek. Stepping out onto the road, He made his way towards the ally, which he would soon discover his new route he'd be taking nearly every night after that night. He passed the man with the tin cup in his hand, dropping a few loose coins in as he paused there. "So... You finally got me out here, and you're on the verge of sleep." His voice, hoarse as the other man began to stumble up. "Deek-I told you to come months ago.- Doesn't matter... You actually came at a good time. I have something to show you." The guy adverted Deek, pulling him through the steel door with the flickering light. From the outside it appeared as an old bar, but inside amazed him.
Deek wasn't perfection to say the least, though he wasn't a bad looking guy. Black, sleek hair on his head, styled slightly by putting it down. Bright and glowing green eyes pierce everything in his sight. And his skin was a pale with a slight tan. People he knew often agreed that he wasn't ugly. His luck just wasn't very good. While a teenager, he had girls every now and then he'd date, but it never survived long. Now this didn't make him a virgin, though he wish he still had been. In fact, he lost his virginity at sixteen to his old best friend, Bailey. Of coarse, she moved that same week. Since then, he'd seen little action, perhaps a small kiss from a girl here or there and the usual tongue.
As soon as Deek stepped foot in the hidden club, it changed his life for good. His friend from the ally pointed him through the basic people. The owner, Riley, had been a friend of theirs in high school, and gave full discount to the boys. Next was the usuals. Middle aged men were through out the place, flirting and trying there luck with the girls. Which brought him to his next point. In the middle were girls who seemed 17, but were already in their twenties. They got the most action due to their experience and placement. At the stairs and lounge, girls younger than 17 surrounded. Guys there acted worse, but gave the same effect on them. And the girls 17 to 19 were sprinkled throughout. Weekly, girls disappeared, replaced by new ones. New ones huddled by the front door. It was unsure who was a virgin or not anywhere, though it wasn't effecting the girls attention. In seconds, the guy from the ally, who he called Dave and the girls called Big D for obvious reasons, was taken to the left rooms by a few girls. Deek sat down at the bar, ordering a shot of vodka. His eyes scanned the room, taking the shot in full. He was barely out of high school a few months, and he concluded this would be where he'd come to stay. He was barely just 18.
(I'd say start off of this, but advance about six months to a year.)
Deek wasn't perfection to say the least, though he wasn't a bad looking guy. Black, sleek hair on his head, styled slightly by putting it down. Bright and glowing green eyes pierce everything in his sight. And his skin was a pale with a slight tan. People he knew often agreed that he wasn't ugly. His luck just wasn't very good. While a teenager, he had girls every now and then he'd date, but it never survived long. Now this didn't make him a virgin, though he wish he still had been. In fact, he lost his virginity at sixteen to his old best friend, Bailey. Of coarse, she moved that same week. Since then, he'd seen little action, perhaps a small kiss from a girl here or there and the usual tongue.
As soon as Deek stepped foot in the hidden club, it changed his life for good. His friend from the ally pointed him through the basic people. The owner, Riley, had been a friend of theirs in high school, and gave full discount to the boys. Next was the usuals. Middle aged men were through out the place, flirting and trying there luck with the girls. Which brought him to his next point. In the middle were girls who seemed 17, but were already in their twenties. They got the most action due to their experience and placement. At the stairs and lounge, girls younger than 17 surrounded. Guys there acted worse, but gave the same effect on them. And the girls 17 to 19 were sprinkled throughout. Weekly, girls disappeared, replaced by new ones. New ones huddled by the front door. It was unsure who was a virgin or not anywhere, though it wasn't effecting the girls attention. In seconds, the guy from the ally, who he called Dave and the girls called Big D for obvious reasons, was taken to the left rooms by a few girls. Deek sat down at the bar, ordering a shot of vodka. His eyes scanned the room, taking the shot in full. He was barely out of high school a few months, and he concluded this would be where he'd come to stay. He was barely just 18.
(I'd say start off of this, but advance about six months to a year.)
