Page 34 of Unruly
“Show me everything, Borja. I want to feel it all.”
Yeah, definitely don’t mind a tipsy Farnsworth. “I can do that.”
Chapter 9
Farnsworth
The music is much louder here, the lights flashing around in patterns splattered across the walls and the people milling about. In the center of the room, bodies smash together in rhythmic waves, creating a hypnotic scene I can’t pull my gaze from.
“Want another drink?” Borja asks me, leaning in close so I can hear him over the music.
I nod. “Yes.”
Smiling, he grabs my hand and leads me through the crowd of people. I’m bumped into, touched, and even caressed as I pass, and the feeling is… oddly pleasant. It’s been ages since I’ve interacted with the mortal realm to this level, and even longer since I’ve been touched.
Standing behind Borja, I notice as he pulls money from his billfold and counts it out. I should help. I flick my wrist, producing a wad of modern currency, and I reach for Borja’s hand, pressing it into his palm.
“What’s this?”
“Money.”
He looks down, flipping through a few bills, then stepping closer. “Hide most of this. We don’t want to get mugged.”
“Is it a lot?”
“Uh, yeah, it’s a lot.” He chuckles. “Just pulled it out of thin air, did you?”
“I have many resources available to me.”
“I see. I got enough to pay for drinks.”
“Wouldn’t matter if we were mugged. I could get more money, and no mortal can hurt us.”
“Good to know, but it’s still not a pleasant experience.”
I nod in understanding, lingering behind him as he pushes his way forward. Glancing around, I note all the unique outfits, then slowly realize the clientele is predominately male, with only a few women sprinkled about. Ah. A gentleman’s club. They must have lenient rules to allow women in though.
Borja turns around, holding two colorful drinks. “Here you go.”
“Thank you.” I take one of the glasses. “Is this a gentlemen’s club?”
His brow creases. “Uh, no. There’s no stripping here.”
“Stripping? What do you mean?”
“Dancers taking off their clothes.”
I pull my head back. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“That’s what a gentlemen’s club is. Typically, the dancers are women, but there are some with male dancers.”
I shake my head. “No, a gentlemen’s club is for conversation, chess, perhaps reading, discussing the events of the world, art, literature. I thought perhaps this was a modern version given the number of men in the room.”
“Oh.” He chuckles softly. “No, this is a gay club. Anyone can come in, but the main clientele is gay men.”
“A club just for men who love men?”
“Yep.”
