Matty had just arrived at the club/bar/dance place, he frequented ever Friday night. The alcohol was amazing, the music was fantastic, the guys were drop-dead gorgeous. And easy as sin. God, he loved this place. He walked over to the bar, not needing to flash his id anymore, the bartender knew him personally. He ordered the usual, a Sex on the Beach, and looked around at the available crowd, seeing nothing of interest yet. Yet. That was the key word in this. Something gorgeous and new would waltz through that door and Matt would be on him like a freaking fly to honey.<br/><br/>His black hair was shaggy and straightened, hiding one of his kohl-rimmed eyes as he looked around the room again with wide, light green eyes. His nose was slender and straight, his lips full and soft pink. He had a slender, lithe body, yet underneath the black clubbing clothes he wore that night, a cropped tank top, revealing his slim stomach, a black pair of ripped up skinny jeans, and a pair of faded green high-top sneakers with no laces, it hid an obsessive personality. Complete with OCD, self-mutilation, alcoholic, smoker, and anorexic, he had more baggage than anyone ever guessed. He hid it well under a guise of seduction and overall easiness that was usually associated with a common whore.<br/><br/>Speaking of whoring. Strangely enough, Matty actually did give his services for money. Not many knew this. But he did require a fee if someone took him to bed on one of his 'off-nights.' It usually cost the person $200-$500, depending on how long the fling lasted, what was done, etcetera. Tonight, though, even if it was one of his usual nights, he was needing some cash. So, he would flirt with some guy that he had never been with, then if the guy asked if he wanted to go back to his place, Matt would name his price and rules. Usually the buyer would be so interested in Matty they would indeed pay the price (sometimes more) just to get Matty to say yes to coming home with them.