Post by hound on Jul 23, 2012 18:52:09 GMT -8
He couldn’t help but bleed glitter. That was Caleb’s thing you see. He’d leave straight from dance class or rehearsal or whatever was going on for the day dressed and ready to go out for the night. His parents never knew a damn thing, and that might have been the best idea of all. You see, they were the protective sort, the sort that cared a little bit too much. Caleb was always out looking for a good time, and maybe that got him into more trouble than strictly necessary. Who cared? He was out being young and wild and free.
But yeah. It was a quick shower after dance in the locker rooms, then time to get dressed and ready to go out. Shorts and suspenders happened to be the best thing to rock in the muggy Venetian summer. A shirt with a deep v to show off his chest, a bit tight to show off the dancer’s body—hell, he was ready to go. The American tourists had been rocking the Vans lately, so he’d give those a shot as well. A little nail polish, a little makeup and his ever present sunglasses, Caleb was ready to go. Though he had more than enough cash in his wallet (a side effect of being one of those spoiled rich kids) he didn’t intend on spending it. One of the perks of being adorable happened to be the whole free drinks thing.
The walk wasn’t long from the studio to the lively clubs that happened to inhabit the area. Oh how lucky he was, what with the ability to walk pretty much everywhere. There was a certain spring to the young man’s step as he wandered through the door, a wave to the bouncer. That’s what you get when you’re a regular, he knew, the thought coming with a grin. It didn’t take long for the music to take over the young man, fighting the dancing masses to make his way to the bar and settle in for a drink.
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