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[finny91]

Title: “High Rollers, Higher Stakes.”
Writer:finny91
Pairings: Brendon Urie/Frank Iero, Patrick Stump/Bob Bryar, Jon Walker/Spencer Smith.
Rating: PG-13
Beta:mintyfiend
Word Count : 21,166
Warnings/Notes:Slash, Gay sex, Blowjobs.
AN: I have to say a massive thank you to mintyfiend for doing such a wonderful beta job, and for handholding and cheer leading the whole way through this. ILU bb!! Also to anyone else who read parts or listened to me whine about this fic. Plus a late thank you to t_usual_suspect, without whom this fic would not exist; fabulous conversations about Frank in bunny ears and for talking me down from being an irate fool! <3
Summary: Playboy Bunny AU.  This little love story takes place in the most unlikely of places, for a love story anyway; The Palm Springs Playboy Club. Frank and Brendon work as playboy bunnies.  When Frank finds himself working in one of the most iconic uniforms in the world; his life changes.  He meets Brendon, the kid in the dorky red glasses and falls a little in love.  They date, or rather try to. In a world where everyone lives for the night, their failed dating attempts only serve to bring them closer together.  Brendon’s insecurities and an old love from Frank’s past threaten to pull the two apart; and while their relationship blossoms others around them fall apart.

“But Zack… I want him!”

Zack could already feel the tension headache building between his eyes; this was an argument he knew he couldn’t win. He loved all his bunnies dearly, but Maja was extra special; playful and spunky she always put a smile on his face and with her he always found it hard to say no.

Zack sighed, his hand covering his eyes. “Fine, go find him.”

Maja had first seen the man in question a few days before. She had been out walking down the Strip and had seen him leaning against the wall of a local store, hands cupped around the unlit cigarette in his mouth. He was short, the way she liked them, and rebellious looking. His tattoos stood out against his fair skin, long hair hung in his eyes. She knew the minute she laid eyes on him he would fit in perfectly at the bar.

Maja gathered her small jacket around her shoulders and headed out of Zack’s office, winking at him as she closed the door. Just what he needed, Zack thought, another bunny; although, if Maja wanted the man he might actually be worth Zack’s time, she was generally right about these things.

Later that evening Maja returned to the club accompanied by a short man dressed in shabby jeans and a tight black hoodie. She led him forcefully to Zack’s office and presented her new find to her boss.

“Zack, this is Frank Iero; Frank this is Zack.”

A smug looking Maja pushed Frank into the office. The two men shook hands and Frank took a seat in front of Zack’s impressively large desk. Zack motioned for Maja to leave; she huffed her complaint but did as instructed. Frank fidgeted nervously with the sleeve of his hoodie but looked boldly into the eyes of his future boss.

“So Frank, what exactly did Maja tell you?”

“Only that there was a waiter’s job available if I wanted it.”

“Have you ever waited on tables before Frank?”

“Not really”

Zack favored Frank with a puzzled look; why would this kid want a job he had no experience doing?

“Do you know how many people would kill to get this job? I haven’t hired or fired any servers in months.”

“So why hire me?”

Zack paused before he answered, his words slow and deliberate.

“I trust Maja’s instincts with people. If she found you and wants you here the least I can do is give you a shot. She obviously sees something in you I don’t… yet. Maja found Greta at the airport, a bag packed and ready to leave this town behind; that was three years ago. Greta’s one of my best girls.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Zack lost in thought about his staff. He shocked Frank when he finally spoke.

“Okay Frank. Strip”

“Huh…”

“Well, I need to see what I’m dealing with here before I hire you”.

Frank remained seated but started to unzip his hoodie; he didn’t have a clean t-shirt to wear that day so his bare chest was revealed as the zip was pulled down. Tattoos were visible there, across his chest and shoulders; even more were exposed when he slid the hoodie off his arms and onto the floor. His arms were covered, a complete sleeve of ink down his left arm and smatterings of individual pictures down his right. There was ink across his stomach and as he stood Zack could see glimpses of more ink on his back.

Frank caught Zack’s eyes roaming his torso,

“The tattoos, they’ve stopped me getting hired in the past. They won’t be a problem here?”

“Nope. A lot of our people are inked, and the customers seem to like it, so it’s not a problem.”

Frank stood and held his arms in front of his stomach covering the words there, he was nervous about having his body inspected by a complete stranger. His hands hovered over the buttons at the front of his jeans; he glanced down at Zack who nodded for him to continue. Frank slowly unbuttoned his pants, he felt like he was at a seedy strip joint instead of a job interview. He pushed his jeans over his slight hips and they bunched around his calves. He stepped out of the pile of clothes and stood in just his boxers; hoping he wouldn’t be asked to remove them.

Zack took his time admiring the slight curves of Frank’s body. His legs were nicely defined and his arms looked strong; there was a slight paunch to his belly, but nothing that couldn’t be taken care of quickly.

“Okay Frank. Take a seat and we’ll go over the rules.”

Frank pulled his jeans back on quickly and sat down again.

“We are not running a brothel here Frank; this is a bar, a legitimate business. No money for sex. Got it? If you do that you’re gone, understood?”

Frank barely had time to process this important rule, before Zack was speaking again.

“We have weekly weigh ins here too; it’s tradition, a little archaic maybe but we gotta keep our staff looking their best. You need to lose a few pounds. No more living on takeouts and frozen dinners.”

“Um… Okay, I can deal with that.” Frank replied.

“The customers aren’t to touch you, or any of the staff; that’s what Bob, I’m sure you saw him as you came in, and the Butcher are for. Bob’s front of house security, he’s on the door, no one messes with Bob, and Butcher works in house. You need help, they’ll be there. Patrick will also help you if you need it; he’s our head bartender. The staff here are pretty nice, once they accept you that is. You’re on your own until then.”

Zack finally stood behind his desk indicating the meeting was over. Frank grabbed his hoodie from the floor and pulled it back on quickly. He had never felt so dirty in his life. Frank was half way out of the door when Zack spoke again,

“Oh and Frank. You start at nine. Go home get showered then get your ass back here. I’ll find you a uniform you can use until yours is tailored.”

Frank left the office muttering his thanks. He was dazed; he had a job, a real job that paid real money. As he wandered through the club he tried to take more notice of the people, his co-workers; he spotted Maja and smiled. She had changed into her ‘uniform’ already; she wore a black bodice and fishnet tights, she had white cuffs on each wrist and a black bowtie around her neck. Black boots adorned her feet and a pair of silky bunny ears rested on her head. She rushed over to him.

“Well, did he give you the job?” Her voice was full of excitement.

“Yeah he did. That was honestly the strangest interview I have ever had.”

“Sorry I didn’t warn you about Zack. He makes everyone get naked when he first meets them; it’s kinda his way of seeing what you’re made of, stripping you down to see if you can handle yourself. Come and meet some people.” Maja grabbed Frank’s arm and tugged him over to the other employees. She introduced him to Patrick first. Patrick stood behind the bar cleaning some glasses with his towel. He was short, and slightly on the chubby side; he wore a black pinstripe suit and a black fedora. Frank liked the look of him; he seemed easy going and friendly.

“Gay as a maypole of course,” Maja said as they walked away from the bar. Maja’s words didn’t surprise Frank, being gay himself he could sort of pick up on these things; and yeah, Patrick seemed gay.

“His boyfriend is Bob, the front of house guy, they’ve been together since the beginning of time. Patrick actually helped Bob get the job here; clearly in this business it’s not what you know, it’s who you know.”

Next Frank was introduced to Pete, the new DJ. He had only been there a few days but was already making his presence known. He was beside the decks setting up and unloading records from their boxes. Frank was a little unsure of Pete; he seemed all right, he smiled a lot. Frank reserved judgment on him for now.

Most of the staff had yet to arrive at the club, it was still relatively early and shifts didn’t start for another hour at least. Maja promised to introduce Frank to everyone when he came back for his shift later that night. He was anxious, he really had wanted to see what the men wore because if Maja’s outfit was anything to go by, he could be in trouble.

As he showered,his mind played through scenarios of tiny little shorts and sparkly collars. The thought made him cringe as he toweled his hair dry and looked for more appropriate clothes than his ripped jeans.

When Frank arrived back at the Palm Springs at eight thirty that night, he got his first good look at Bob. The guy wasn’t huge by usual bouncer standards, but he definitely looked like he could handle himself. His shoulders were broad and he had a ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitude no one could argue with. Bob must have been told about Frank because he ushered him to the front of the line and waved him inside.

Once inside, Maja, still dolled up in her uniform though now with more makeup, immediately accosted him. She led him through to what she called the ‘staff suite’. It was a large lavishly decorated room with lockers down one wall and comfy couches spread around. Several uniforms were lying on the small coffee table with pairs of shoes lined up under it.

“We weren’t sure what size you’d take, so I went overboard. Just keep trying them until you find some that fit. Oh, and the pants need to be tight. Underwear is entirely optional.”

Maja left Frank alone in the room to change. It wasn’t nearly as bad as he has feared. The uniform consisted of tight black dress pants, of course Frank took off his boxers and went commando so he could wear a tighter pair, white cuffs wrapped around his wrists and a black bow tie sat snugly round his neck. The uniform didn’t require a shirt; this didn’t surprise him. He had to try several pairs of dress shoes on before he found ones that fit comfortably. Last came the ears.

Frank looked around the room and spotted a large oval mirror; he walked over to it and stared at his reflection. He placed the ears on top of his head and adjusted them to the right slightly. He thought he looked a little silly, but he wasn’t going to complain. He brushed his bangs down to hide his eyes and fiddled with the ears a little more before heading out onto the main floor in search of Maja.

He found her with a group of other bunnies, both men and women; she squealed and pulled him into a loose hug.

“Everyone this is Frank, he’s the newest member of our little family.” Everyone smiled and waved at Frank, who noticed he was the only one wearing pink ears, everyone else’s were black. Noticing his expression drop, Maja explained that newbies got the pink ears until they had proven themselves worthy to wear the black ones.

“Nice tatts.” Frank turned to see a tall man not dressed as a bunny sauntering over to the group.

“I’m Andy, everyone calls me the Butcher.” The man extended his hand for Frank and they exchanged greetings. Taller than Frank, his face had slight stubble and he was wearing a suit similar to Patrick’s. Frank assumed non-bunny people were required to dress in smart suits while at work.

“I have a bunch of tatts too, yours are awesome, I’m glad they’re letting you display your art here.”

Frank blushed, he loved his tattoos and would never change them, but to have other people compliment them made him uncomfortable. Frank’s hands moved up towards his torso in an attempt to cover his exposed skin. Butcher seemed to notice and dropped the subject. He left to circulate the room one last time before they started to let in the night crowd.

“You nervous Frank?” Maja asked, steering Frank away from the other employees to give him a few pointers about being a playboy bunny.

“Just be yourself and have fun with it. Remember the customer is always right, unless of course they’re wrong, and in that case… feel free to hand them off to someone else.”

Frank laughed, his nervous energy gone with the expulsion of breath. He could do this, he was a confident man who had exposed himself publicly on more than one occasion; sure now he was wearing pink bunny ears, but that just added to the hilarity of the situation.

His shift started out all right. He was given five tables to wait on; he would take orders for drinks and bring the drinks from the bar. Easy. Or so he thought.

As the night wore on, Frank found it difficult to keep up with his tables and their orders. Men and women were waving their hands at him wanting service, and he was having trouble getting the orders right. At one point during the night, a particularly large unfriendly man had purposefully knocked Frank’s bunny ears off his head. It took both Butcher and Greta to calm him down enough to finish the order.

Frank’s first night at the playboy club ended at five am. His shift was over and all he wanted to do was curl up in the corner and die. He dragged himself back into the employee lounge and started to change his clothes. Frank was so tired he didn’t notice the other man enter the room. As Frank slipped off his dress pants, he heard a sharp intake of breath and quickly turned round.

The man staring at Frank couldn’t have been more than twenty. Taller than him, with dark hair and the stupidest open-mouthed expression Frank had ever seen. His red-rimmed glasses had slipped down his nose and Frank could tell he was flustered and searching for words.

“You must be Brendon.”

Maja had given Frank a quick run down of all the employees who hadn’t worked his shift. He remembered she told him Brendon was a lovely boy, sometimes a little spazzy, but genuine and honest. The term spider monkey had been used.

“What? Oh yeah. Hi, I’m Brendon. Who are you?” Brendon’s thoughts and mouth weren’t working like they normally did; how could they with a pretty naked man standing in front of him?

“Frank. Nice to meet you.” They shook hands and Brendon finally pulled himself together as Frank slipped his jeans over his hips. Brendon noticed the pink ears Frank was placing carefully in his new locker.

“New guy? ‘Bout time we had some fresh blood round here; things were starting to get boring.” He nudged Frank with his shoulder as he changed into his own uniform.

Maja had explained to Frank earlier than there were two shifts at the club. The day shift was usually quiet and required less staff to man the place than the night shift, which generally saw a lot more action and required double the staff. She also explained that when things got really busy the staff were sometimes required to pull double shifts. Frank was started on nights because it was getting busier in the club as the temperature rose in the desert; but he could be put on days if the boss wanted it.

Brendon rummaged around in his locker looking for something; he glanced over his shoulder at Frank and continued to talk.

“I used to work nights, but classes got to be too much to handle. I take night classes at college and what with homework and working here I couldn’t handle it. Zack’s a total pushover though and lets me work days instead.”

Brendon tuned around; he had found the silken cuffs hidden under a t-shirt, slipping them he continued his ramble about school and his job.

“I finish school in a few weeks; so I’ll be back on nights with everyone else, everyone that matters anyway.” He said, his eyes skittering over Frank’s face.

It took Frank a few seconds to realize Brendon had stopped talking and was looking at him expectantly; the kid talked at about a million miles an hour and Frank’s brain was only just catching up.

“Huh…Oh. Yeah, nights. Uh that’s great, we’ll be working together then.” Frank stuttered out.

Brendon grinned, his eyes traveling a very unsubtle path up Frank’s body; he flicked his wrist to close his locker and smiled at Frank.

“I have to get to work. It was nice to meet you Frank.”

Brendon left the suite with one last grin in Frank’s direction; Frank was left feeling like he’d been hit by a truck, a very fast talking truck.

Frank headed home; tired but satisfied. He laughed thinking about how insane his day has been. He woke up unemployed and was going to go to sleep a playboy bunny. His life was about to get a lot more interesting.

**
The weeks flew by, the days blending together as Frank slowly adjusted to his new nighttime existence. He was never a big sleeper so was already used to being awake half the night anyway. Frank got the hang of waiting on tables, he became more confident in his job; he learnt how to work the customers and how to get the best tips.

He quickly picked up from the girls that when serving his female customers he should flirt mercilessly and sashay his hips when handing out drinks. With his male customers, he tried to blend in to the background and allow them to look at his female counterparts; he even invited Maja over to his tables to put on a bit of a show.

Brendon returned to working nights two weeks after Frank started; he was a good waiter and got great tips, his cheeky nature and infectious smile helped. Frank liked Brendon; the younger man had boundless energy and was fun to work with.

A few weeks after Brendon started back on the night shift, the shit hit the fan. Frank heard the exchange; it was hard not to, the customer Brendon was dealing with was loud and obnoxious. Brendon was unfortunately lumbered with the bachelor party from hell. As far as Frank could tell, the ‘best man’ was angry they had a guy waiting on their table and was complaining so loudly Brendon was having a hard time trying to calm him down. Frank was sure he heard Brendon mumble ‘Look man, it’s not my fault all the chicks are busy. You’ve got me, deal with it.’

The next thing Frank knew Brendon was on the floor, blood pouring from his nose. Frank reacted on instinct and rushed to help his friend. Butcher also witnessed the punch and hurried over. Both men were outnumbered by the drunken bachelor party and couldn’t escort them out alone. Brendon was still on the floor, clutching his face when he saw Bob running through the bar, shoving people out of his way.

Bob pulled a huge guy off Butcher and was rewarded with an elbow to the face; he toppled backwards and knocked over the table, landing on the floor in a shower of broken glass. Frank glanced up just in time to find out why nobody messed with Patrick’s man. He saw Patrick leap over the bar and lift the offending man off his feet. Patrick pushed him to the floor, one of his hands on the back of the guy’s neck the other holding his arms behind his back, effectively restraining him.

The appearance of an enraged Patrick stopped the fight instantly; everyone looking in surprise at the small bartender, for such a short and stocky guy Patrick could move pretty damn quickly.

The staff led the boisterous group to the front doors and Bob had the pleasure of ejecting them from the club. Frank made his way back inside and walked over to Brendon, still sitting on the floor dazed.

“Hey… you okay?”

Frank held his hand out and Brendon took it, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet.

“Go wait in the staff suite; I’ll get you some ice.”

Brendon walked away, wallowing in his own self-pity and looking very small, as Frank made his way to the bar to grab some ice.

“My boyfriend ladies and gentlemen,” Bob pulled a blushing Patrick into a hug and kissed the top of his head before carefully replacing Patrick’s fedora.

“My dashing knight, leaping to my rescue.”

“You realize of course that makes you the damsel in distress.” Frank pointed out as he reached over and took a towel from behind the bar. Bob punched him on the shoulder lightly and kissed Patrick’s cheek once more before returning to the front door.

Pete rushed over once Bob had left and pulled Patrick into a sloppy hug. He grinned at Patrick’s behavior gushing to everyone at the bar about how wonderful and thoughtful and kind Patrick was. Patrick at least had the decency to blush; his eyes on the front door Bob had just left through.

Frank entered the staff suite to find Brendon leaning up against the back wall, shoulders hunched and hands covering his face. His shoulders shook and small sniffs echoed through the empty room. Frank gripped the towel tighter to stop any ice escaping and took a deep breath; he wasn’t used to dealing with crying people, and didn’t want to come across as insensitive by mistake.

“I, um, brought you some ice...” Frank edged slowly towards Brendon, giving the other man a curious look.

Brendon lowered his hands from his face and wiped them on the leg of his pants. His nose looked painful, possibly broken and his eyes were starting to get puffy. Frank knew from experience that a punch to the nose usually ended in black eyes too; he felt bad for Brendon, he didn’t deserve to be hurt. Frank pressed the icy towel to Brendon’s face, pulling back slightly when Brendon winced. A stray tear escaped down Brendon’s cheek and Frank wiped at it lightly with his fingers. They stood in silence, Frank’s hand lingering on Brendon’s jaw.

Brendon made the first move; he leaned into Frank’s touch and sighed, turning his head to place a kiss on Frank’s palm. He looked down at Frank and swatted away the towel held to his nose. Brendon moved forward as Frank did, their noses colliding painfully and Brendon gasped, his eyes watering instantly.

“Shit! I’m sorry. Sorry.” Frank’s voice was heavy with concern as he grabbed Brendon’s jaw and looked to see if he had damaged his nose any further. Brendon laughed through the tears streaming down his cheeks and placed his hands on either side of Frank’s face to hold him still. The kiss was soft, Brendon cautious and careful. Frank deepened the kiss with a swipe of his tongue and Brendon moaned into his mouth. Brendon let his hand wander into Frank’s hair and he gripped it tight in his fingers, guiding the kiss.

“Ahem… Um. Brendon, Zack needs you in the office.” The two men broke apart startled and Frank turned his head to see Patrick standing red faced in the doorway. They could tell he was trying to be nonchalant and failing spectacularly.

“Anytime you’re ready… I’ll just, uh, be in the bar.”

With that Patrick made a quick exit, leaving the two men alone. Frank snickered, handed the dripping towel to Brendon and followed Patrick out of the room. He arrived back in the main bar to a chorus of catcalls; stupid Patrick obviously couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Frank had to get back to work but was having trouble finding his bunny ears, lost in the fight.

“Great, just great. Has anyone seen my ears?”

A round of ‘No, sorry Frank’ greeted him. Fuck.

**
“You needed to see me Zack?” Brendon stood at the threshold to the office, the icy towel still clutched in his hand pitifully dripping water onto the carpet.

“Close the door.”

Brendon stepped into the office tentatively and sat on the edge of the seat, his fingers twisting in the towel and his leg twitching nervously. He was going to get fired. He just knew it.

“Well you’re not going to be pretty; don’t come back to work until you are. I’ll find someone to cover for you.”

The relief was evident, even on Brendon’s slightly swollen face.

“You can wipe that look off your face Urie; I’m not paying you while you’re not here.”

“Oh… Sorry.”

Zack turned away from Brendon to hide the look of pity that crossed his face. He felt bad for the kid, he was oddly fond of him but he couldn’t tolerate fighting in his bar. Brendon stood up to leave with his shoulders slumped.

“Brendon, I need you to do something for me before you go.”

Brendon turned to face Zack once more as his boss held out something in his hand for Brendon to take. Brendon left Zack’s office with a huge grin plastered across his face; his own injury and suspension forgotten, he ran down into the main bar.

“FRANK.” Brendon bounded up to his Frank, one hand behind his back hiding the object Zack had given him.

“He didn’t fire you did he?”

“What? No, suspended until I’m pretty again. Forget about that for now. I have a surprise for you.”

Before Frank even had time to react Brendon had pulled his hand from behind his back and was waving a pair of silken black ears in Frank’s face.

“Zack wanted me to tell you he’s proud of you and um… Welcome to the family. He would have come down himself but you know Zack, he’s very busy pretending to be an ogre.”

By the time he was through speaking, Brendon was bouncing on the spot. He could barely contain his excitement and happiness. Frank however, remained unusually silent. Shocked that he had apparently, finally proven himself worthy of this job.

Brendon took Frank’s silence as his cue and leant in close to his friend. He pushed the hair out of Frank’s eyes and tucked a few stray locks behind his ears. He slid the black ears onto Frank’s head and nudged them to the right slightly, the jaunty angle he knew Frank preferred. Brendon leant in carefully and placed a kiss on Frank’s cheek. The kiss snapped Frank out of his shocked state and he threw himself into Brendon’s arms, hugging him with all his strength.

He released Brendon and ran out to the front of the club, climbing of Bob’s back and yelling excitedly into his ear. Bob took this in his stride and peeled the smaller man off his body, depositing him on the ground with a slight grin.

Frank looked up from his place of the floor to see Brendon standing in the doorway, his bag clutched in his hand and his uniform still on. He smiled as he waved mouthing ‘I’ll see you in a few weeks’. Brendon left an overexcited Frank on the floor and headed home to start his suspension and hide in his apartment until his face was pretty again.

**

**

Frank arrived at work early one night a few weeks after the fight to find Brendon curled up on a couch in the staff suite. He was asleep, either that or he was really great at pretending to be asleep. His face was soft, a slight line of drool escaping his parted lips. Frank didn’t stare, he really didn’t. Much.

Brendon’s eyes flew open as if someone had slapped him awake; Frank was caught staring and he couldn’t even think of a good excuse.

“Were you staring at me Frankie?” Stupid Brendon and his stupid smug face.

“Don’t flatter yourself Bren. I was just checking it was actually you; anymore time off and I might have forgotten what you looked like.”

Brendon pushed himself into a sitting position and smirked at Frank; Frank’s pointed glare rapidly turned into a beaming smile. If anyone had walked into the staff suite at that minute, they would think the two men were insane; they were beaming at each other and neither of them had moved. Brendon stood up gingerly, scrubbing his hands over his fully healed face.

“I missed you. You didn’t even come to visit me; I was all lonely and pathetic.”

Frank arched an eyebrow and attempted to cock his hip, the effect was totally ruined by the smile still playing on his lips.

“You told me not to visit. You totally said ‘don’t you dare visit me Frankie; you can’t see me looking bruised and mangled.’ I would have come anyway, but I didn’t want you to shriek like a girl and slam the door in my face. Anyway, I was here covering your ass and I did text everyday.”

Frank tipped his head down, looking up at Brendon through his lashes and giving him his best puppy eyes. Brendon pulled Frank into a full body hug and spoke into his neck.

“I still missed you.”

Frank didn’t respond, he just clutched tighter to Brendon’s torso and enjoyed the hug. They hugged a little too long for it not to be awkward when they finally stepped apart. Frank turned away to get changed, Brendon smiling and undressing, intent on enjoying the view offered to him.

The shift seemed to get better and better as the night wore on. Everyone was glad to see Brendon back to work and pretty again. Maja found Brendon about an hour after the shirt started; he was huddled by the bar, easing himself back into work and pretending not to hide from his customers.

“Brendon sweetie you should get punched in the face everyday.” Maja pulled Brendon into a loose hug.

“Seriously though, you look good; I still say it was the punch that made you pretty but I could be wrong, it could be something else entirely.” She teased, glancing over to where Frank was placing drinks carefully onto a table. Brendon blushed a little and pushed Maja gently in the shoulder to hide his embarrassment.

“Maja you know for a fact it’s neither; I’ve always been this pretty.” Brendon stepped back and swept his hands down his body. He took the opportunity when Maja started to giggle to make a swift exit and maybe to find Frank.

The energy in the club was palpable as the nigh wore on and Brendon was so happy to be back working with Frank again he couldn’t help but show him. Throughout the night Brendon purposefully sought Frank out, touching him casually on the shoulder, his cheek or his back as they passed.

Towards the end of the night Brendon’s touchy feely flirting reached its peak. He had a large table and asked Frank to help him with the orders; this wasn’t uncommon. When the parties grew larger than ten, the waiters helped each other out. It happened that Brendon’s table was a group of young women out for a wild night and looking for a good time, full of encouragement for any of Brendon’s antics.

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