Smoke filled the main room of the nightclub. Darren sighed. He hated these venues. He knew he didn’t sing his best under these conditions.
But it was banausic. His job at the record store barely paid the rent, so they took all the club gigs they could get for the extra money.
And his throat usually paid for it the next day.
“Hey, baby.”
He smiled softly at the deep voice, as arms held him close for a moment.
He made it all worthwhile. The drunk’s catcalls and whistles, even the occasional hoots. He could survive it all for him.
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banausic \ buh-NAW-sik \ adjective
relating to or concerned with earning a living — used pejoratively; also: utilitarian, practical
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