Late Night Good Times

Somewhere being too many drinks and the bright lights of the club thumping in the back of his head, Titus gave himself entirely over to having a good summer night.

He hated the heat of the day, wasn’t too fond of the beach and just wanted to have fun without getting sand in every crevice. Here, in this club, he could laugh too loudly as his hips were grabbed and pulled back to dance.

If grinding was the kind of dance you were expecting deep in between loud music and sweaty bodies.

This was practically his kingdom, he could flirt with anyone he wanted, drink anything he wanted and even sleep around if the mood was right.

Sure in the morning, he would wake up hungover and practically yelled at by his band manager for showing up to band practice late. Not to mention, he hated playing his guitar when his head was pounding. Call him a princess, but he didn’t do anything he didn’t think was fun. He would take a thousand people yelling at him over being forced to do anything he didn’t care to.

He vaguely remembered his bandmates saying that’s because he’s selfish, but why should he settle for less? He wanted it all his way and that was the only way he was accepting it.

Take the hot bartender that kept sending him drinks. All he had to do was wink here and there. Maybe even say he hoped to find the guy on his day off and bam, he got strong drinks and a number that he waved instantly.

Some people might argue that made him a little messy, but Titus was here for a fun life. He didn’t need to worry about the future, he wanted the here and now!

He got knocked out of his thoughts when the music above him changed songs. “This is my song!”

It wasn’t, but he found people got a lot more excited when you pretended everything around you was your favorite thing in the world. He liked to think it was that herd mentality, if you were happy, then everyone around you would be happy.

Besides he didn’t think the hot doll, that he was grinding his ass against, minded if he was lying about loving this song. The club was where he came to have fun, he didn’t need to be so serious about everything.

Just like how he instantly left his dance partner to walk back to the bar, flirting his way to another sinnamon whiskey. One that had stopped burning a while ago, back when he would walk without a slight stumble and when he could remember the names of the dolls around him.

Not that it mattered, by two am one of his bandmates would come find him and tuck him into bed. Complaining their hearts out to him while he would surely just roll over and go to sleep.

His bandmates were cute buns, maybe a little preachy about how serious he is about the band, but they did like him.

He’d have to pay back that kindness eventually, but only after he was done having fun. He had time for at least three more drinks and to make out with the first doll he stare that wanted to.

After the drinks of course, he wasn’t going to waste precious alcohol time on some nameless doll he’d never say again. Besides once his hangover happens, he won’t want to touch the stuff for at least three days after. Or maybe just one, he did tend to bounce back rather fast.

Really what was the point of summer if he couldn’t get drunk off his ass and party as crazy as he wanted? It was the only time of the year when he could go nuts without any repercussions.

Winter was out because of the cold, not to mention he was a little scared that he’d pass out in the snow and no one would find him until the morning such was definitely a mood killer. Spring was too wet, Fall was too… Fall. Honestly any season that even had the chance of making him slightly cold.

He needed heat to feel alive.

This dance floor full of sweaty bodies and burning eyes was his paradise. He wanted to have it all and he was going to have it all. All the fun, all the dolls hanging off his every word like he was the most incredible thing they had ever seen.

Titus wanted people to see him as he wanted to be seen, as the coolest person that has ever wasted time with them. So much more than just a background guitar player, someone that tended to be forgotten in the crowd when he didn’t dress wildly.

This was Titus’ nightlife and everyone else was just in time for the show.