Gatito had been both surprised and thrilled when Salvador had mentioned attending all three nights of pan²ic’s opening weekend. Each night, he set himself to helping his companion choose clothing that would fit the theme while still suiting Salvador and his tastes. Each night, he also enlisted Salvador’s help with his own outfit—not just his opinions, but his steady hands, too. He had Salvador help him with the stark makeup he wore the first two nights. He also asked Salvador to give him a new piercing to help mark the occasion.
As was to be expected, he remained close to his companion each evening as they explored the different floors of the club and enjoyed the splendors each had to offer. Gatito made a point to try each floor’s signature cocktails, and was often seen imbibing them while curled up in Salvador’s lap. He took particular pleasure in the cocktails that contained creme de cassis, champagne, and absinthe, as those were some of his favorite libations.
It would have been a sin to visit a club and not dance, of course, so when he wasn’t sitting pretty in his companion’s lap, Gatito could usually be found out on the dance floor. Sometimes he danced with friends—he carved out plenty of time for the club’s owner, Karma herself, in particular—and sometimes he danced with strangers. Sometimes, he danced alone and cast glances through the smoke and shadows at his companion. Whenever Salvador answered those looks by joining him on the dance floor, Gatito all but glowed with pleasure.
Gatito bookended prolonged periods on the dance floor with frequent visits to the third floor’s sanctuary, where he caught his breath and sloughed off any sensory overload. Though it was sometimes tempting to remain in the quiet, he never let himself stay there overly long and soon returned to join the revelry again.
When it came time to leave each night, he could be found blowing kisses and doling out hugs. There was no doubt in his mind that he and his companion would be back frequently, making good use of their new VIP memberships.
Friday Night: The Road to Hell
On Friday night, he donned jet black moto jeans, boots, fingerless gloves, and a jacket covered in feathers and fringe that would swing and flare with each move he made on the dance floor. His lack of a shirt allowed his tattoos, piercings, and scars to take center stage. Smears of black kohl around his eyes and a jet black line drawn beneath his eyes that crossed the bridge of his nose completed the look.
Saturday Night: Saints & Sinners
On Saturday night, he adorned his head and upper body with chains, coins, and beads that chimed with just about every move he made. A shimmering sequined fold of fabric was wrapped around his hips and held in place over his leather pants with an ornate clasp. His boots were black, as was the painted mask that shaded the delicate skin around his eyes and made his gleaming, golden eyes seem to shine that much brighter.
Sunday Night: Take Me to Church
On the final night, he wore his sweetest Sunday best, breaking out an ivory satin mini dress that hugged his cinched waist, and a matching satin over-shirt that functioned as a jacket. Pearls adorned his throat, waist, and hips, as well as the extra-tall come-love-me pumps he wore on his feet. To compliment the pale scheme, he kept his makeup neutral with feathery lashes and a full, glossy pout.
