Ashton changed while the limo drove them to the club. He kept his back to Lance to avoid him seeing how red Ashton's face was. Lance slipped off the shirt he had on and pulled on a button-up shirt, but left his chest visible. Ashton finished getting dressed.
"Stop staring, Lance," Ashton scolded Lance as he shifted in the seat comfortably. "You're still a perv."
"Come on, aren't I allowed to look?" Lance leaned back with a small smirk on his face. Ashton sighed heavily. Then, the moment the limo parked, Lance got out and held out a hand for Ashton to step out.
"Ass," Ashton said to Lance, but still took his hand and stepped out of the car. "You are such a pain in the tail."
"Hey, I don't bite your tail," Lance teased him as he pulled Ashton against his body. "Now, let's head inside."
"Fine," Ashton agreed once he saw the clubs set up. "Might as well, since you dragged me here."
Ashton followed Lance inside. The music was booming inside, people dancing and drinking bright, colourful beverages, and a pleasant smell filled the club. Lance pulled Ashton up to the VIP area. Lance led Ashton into a room filled with drinks and well-dressed people, which confused Ashton. Men, women, and individuals who were hard to tell whether they identify with. Lance brought Ashton to a big, empty sofa with a table and drinks of many kinds.
"This place is actually really nice," Ashton said as he looked around and took a seat with Lance. "Let me guess, you get this room every time?"
"Yeah," Lance said, sitting with Lance, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Need that for my handsome boyfriend."
"Ha ha, very funny ass," Ashton rolled his eyes and looked away. Then Ashton saw a male goblin watching him. Goblins with a specific expression on their faces were a red flag for a pervert. Under any other circumstance, Ashton would give a person the benefit of the doubt, but in this situation, that man was drooling and eyeing Ashton in a way that was disgusting enough to feel in someone's bones just by watching. "God fucking damn it, there is a perv here."
"Where?" Lance growled, looking where Ashton was looking.
"The goblin in the red suit," Ashton pointed out, feeling uncomfortable.
"Fucking knew that bastard was watching you," Lance said, his voice distorting, and his skin crackling to stone. Ashton looked at Lance, his brow furrowed. "Tyler has connections, probably told that fucker something."
"Tyler?! Seriously?!" Ashton was visibly upset with all this. "I am beginning to question why I was with that motherfucker."
"Yeah, I asked that internally since you two got together," Lance said, then stood up with Ashton and handed him a black platinum card. "Head downstairs, security knows you, and I told them to keep you safe while we are here. I'll deal with the goblin, alright?"
"Uh, what am I supposed to get?" Ashton asked, looking between Lance and the card.
"Whatever you want from the bar, I'll be down later," Lance pressed a kissed Ashton's cheek and ushered him away. Ashton hesitated for a moment before heading out of the VIP area. Lance watched him go. Once Ashton left, Lance's eyes went dark, and his skin turned to stone; a growl in his throat grew. He turned to the man in the red suit. The other patrons left, leaving the gargoyle and the goblin alone in the room.