The night was young and full of wickedly interesting promises.Raver's Paradise was having their Semi-Annual Drag Queen night and all the tickets had been sold out in record time.Not everyone was dressed to the nine's though as Seth realized standing in front of the club dressed in a Red leather pants and a black fish-netr stocking shirt that didn't really hide anything.Drumming his fingers against his wide belt Seth didn't even notice he was keeping in time to the music that was puring out of the opened Double doors.

He glanced at his watch wondering if Andrew would be ok with findind the club on his own.Seth had written down directions and gone over them a couple times so it really should be that hard to find the club,specially with the club lite up like it was.He wondered briefly what Bou would be wearing tonight.He grinned knowing the leopard would look great now matter what he chose to wear.

There had been a loud buzz going around town about a party at Raver’s Paradise. Pierre had to admit that he hadn’t ever been at this renowned club, but from the rumors he made a promise to himself to check it out. His hair looked as if he had just waked from a long sleep, and his eyes were deep with purple bags under them. The leopard was clad in his old pair of ripped jeans and a thigh-long, white wife beater with pizza stains on it. His usual wrinkled up trench coat was over that, with fingerless gloved hands holding over his shoulder his duffle bag.

This club was not too far away from the club that Pierre usually kept around beside. All he had to do was to follow a few alleys to the four-story-tall building with a neon sign that said ‘Raver’s Paradise’. His gaze began at the top of the building, though his facial features quickly turned solemn as he sunk to street level. There was a long line reaching out from the double doors of the club. At that point, Pierre just wanted to turn around and go back to begging on the streets, but he was already here and might as well look around.

Pierre crossed the street and came around the building, passing everyone in line, but still keeping out of the eye-line of the bouncers. As he passed, Pierre could have sworn that he saw a familiar face, but passed it off as he looked around for a back door. His gaze followed down an alley beside the club, and found no door back there. Sighing, Pierre looked back and walked back to the line. He had nothing better to do.

Though, Pierre’s eyes caught something small, white, and paper-like. A ticket! The leopard couldn’t believe it. All this trouble and he needed a ticket to get in. Rolling his eyes, he leaned against the side of the building. The bouncer eyed him, and Pierre quickly turned to look across the street. No need to cause any unwanted attention. He would just have to stand here and think of a way in, or go back and sit in his normal spot outside the other club. Sinking down, Pierre decided to do both. He would stay here and contemplate how to get into the club without a ticket, and all the while look like a cute little teenager that needs a little bit of money.

“I need a job…” Pierre mumbled as he leaned his head back to stare at the light bulbs of the neon sign that was attached to the building above him.