By the time he closed the store, he barely had time to run to his apartment and change, but he was ready for dancing when he arrived at the club. Seth had put on his purple shirt, the one he’d worn on his first date with Chris, because he knew it fit well and he’d been able to squeeze into his tight pair of black skinny jeans. He smoothed his hair one more time before he flashed his ID to the bouncer and entered.
Damon was easy to find. “Subtle” was not in his friend’s vocabulary. Seth smiled at Damon’s hot pink tank, paired with black leather pants and hot pink shoes. Shiny. He’d topped it off with a silver skull pendant on a black rope chain.
As soon as Damon saw him, he jumped off the table on which he was sitting and ran over to throw his arms around Seth. “Oh, I am so glad you calle
