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To hear the confidence falling from the man's mouth made Andrew shiver. It was that sort of sound that drew him to his ex, who was a bartender as well. Maybe the drinks was part of the draw... but while Phillip was good at what he did behind the counter, he couldn't do any showy moves like flipping or anything but mindless flirting. Andrew could bet that Eric would give him a run of his money and more likely than not, his friend would win. To hear that Eric was single was a bit depressing, only to hear that his friend was without a relationship, but perhaps he wanted it that way. No reason to ask about that just yet. They had better things to do first. The dark haired man dropped his bag on the rectangular table by the entrance and watched as his friend started down the hallway.

"It makes them look rich," he told him quickly, giving a small shrug to go with it. He opened a second doorway on the right and nudged the door open. "Guest room's in here. That's where you'll be. As for meals?" He crossed his arms over his stomach loosely before giving a small shrug. "We'll work that out? I have plenty of things in the kitchen to make for us and if you'd like, you could do some cooking." He stepped towards his friend, giving him a quick look over before smiling and choosing to lean against the wall nearby. "Tonight, it's my job. Need to eat something special before tonight."

He rubbed his own stomach gently through his shirt. If he didn't eat something light, yet filling, Miracle would come after him and stab him with her curling iron. Painful, to put it simply. "But you can cook tomorrow, if you're really looking for an excuse to make me dinner."

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Eric peeked his head into the room that Andrew had just opened and it was fine by him as Andrew brought up the food situation he paid attention to him once again, "Oh and what might this special thing you have to eat be?" he asked curiously. "As for cooking tomorrow I can definitely do that, you okay with some home cooked steaks with mashed potatoes, biscuits, and to top it all off mac and cheese or is that not special enough for you?" he asked in a teasing tone before giving Andrew a playful wink. Eric had noticed that Andrew looked him over a couple of times and he wondered what that was about, rather than just continuing to wonder he decided to go straight for the answer by asking his friend.

"Any particular reason you keep looking me up and down?" he asked with a playful curiousness "Did I change that much or perhaps you aren't a fan of my fashion?" he asked jokingly. Eric wasn't really the fashion type of guy so it wasn't that big of a surprise that dressing casual was the usual for him, yet Eric didn't think it was his fashion that Andrew had been looking at, he just wasn't sure exactly what Andrew was looking at either since he wasn't really thinking too hard about it after all it could have just been that he changed a lot though he didn't think he had changed that much.

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That amount of food seemed to be crazy lots. Maybe even too much. Steaks and potatoes was enough for him, but to add mac and cheese on top of it all... miracle would have his ass for sure if she caught him eating that much. Wasn't going to stop him, of course, as he was getting a few days off after tonight to spend with his friend, but luckily that was going to be tomorrow and not that night. Andrew gave a small smile and nodded, pleased with the idea of having a hearty, home cooked meal made by someone other than his ex-boyfriend. But every thought vanished when his friend questioned him.

"Yeah, you changed a bit," he told him, waving his hand slightly to the side, trying to brush off his comment and the question. "Don't worry about it. I'm just losing my mind." He laughed slightly and let his eyes turn around the room for a moment before settling back on Eric. "So I don't work until eight, which gives us a few hours." He lifted his hand towards the living room. "Feel like catching up? Talk about what we've missed, what we've been up to..."

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"Just losing your mind?" he gave a short soft laugh at the comment "Well, let's be honest you lost that a while ago, mostly likely that is your rational mind trying to make you sane again!" he commented playfully. At the prospect of catching up, Eric smiled his crooked smile and nodded "Yeah, it would be nice to catch up since we haven't seen each other in so long" his tone cheerful as he walked into the living room and sat himself on the couch, "So I have been wondering what did you do when you first moved away from our little city?" he asked curiously. There were a lot of things that Eric wanted to ask Andrew like why he wasn't with anyone, why he had chosen to move so suddenly back when they were just kids but those were heavier questions that could come later rather than right off the bat he thought to himself.

While he was waiting the cat actually decided to come out giving him a long stare as if trying to measure Eric up, Eric held out his hand and made soft clicking sounds with his tongue trying to get the cat to come over to him. "Come on over kitty, whose a good kitty" he called out to it but rather than coming over it seemed intent on just staring at him calmly "oh you're no fun kitty" he said in a playful tone before leaning back against the sofa hoping if he ignored the cat it would come over to him since he was friendly enough to the animal.

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Andrew went with Eric into the living room and took a seat on the large 'L'-shaped sofa on one side of the room. Against the opposite wall, there was a set of large bookshelves full of all sorts of books and a cozy set up of plump, comfortable chairs set up, perfect for reading late at night. The man let out a soft sigh before looking to his guest with a faint, pleasant smile. His eyes turned towards his pet when he appeared then refused to come over and laughed. "Alfred's a bit shy. Or cross," he told him, waving his hand towards the animal. "He'll come over when he's ready." As for Eric's other questions...

"Well I left for school," he said, running his fingers slowly through his hair. "So I went, working on a degree in computer tech and a few designs for club lighting, all that sort of thing." He gave a small shrug and glanced at his fingers then back. "Nothing too exciting. Other than my job, really. But that's some typical club things. Drink delivering, dancing, performing, little bits of DJing..." He watched Eric carefully, waiting for a response from him, almost expecting a question as to what his job was. Andrew never looked like he was a club goer during his high school years, not that he could get into one at that point, but he just didn't look to be the sort.

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"Yea, well he seems more like a sour puss to me..." Eric said in response to Andrew saying the cat would come over when he was ready, now his attention turned back to Andrew who was talking about what he did after he left. Well it seemed like Andrew went for higher education which was something Eric probably should have done but never did, when he mentioned his jobs two stuck out and that was the dancing and the performing parts which was something he would have expected from the Andrew that he remembered. "Wait a second so you were a dancer and performed for other people?" he couldn't help but sound a little shocked as he was not expecting to hear that ever, if he told anyone from back home that Andrew was going to be a dancer at a club in the future they would never have believed him not in a million years.

"So what are you doing now? I mean like are you still dancing for the club?" he asked curiously because he couldn't imagine Andrew dancing no matter how hard he tried to picture it nothing came to mind. "Oh and don't be scared to lob some questions at me, I'm sure there are somethings you wanna know about me." he said encouragingly to his friend, he wondered what had happened in Andrew's life that changed him so much after all Andrew of the past had been nervous even around his friends let alone a crowd of people.

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The man gave a small, hesitant chuckle at the man's questions and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm uh... well yeah, I do some dancing," he agreed, running his fingers back through his hair. His eyes slid around the room for a moment as he let out a soft hum and swallowed his worst fear: someone from home finding out about his new life. Not even his parents knew. He stood up and went towards a small closet in the hallway and began to dig. "What sort of life do you life back home?" he asked as he pulled a few things out to show his friend. He wouldn't believe him otherwise. "Girlfriend? Dog? White picket fence?" Andrew laughed at his own joke.

When he returned, he stood in the doorway for a moment, looking at Eric before he sucked in the last of his pride. "My job at the club is still a training position. And... well you'll see it tonight." He stepped into the room, holding up a deep green dress, perfect for any woman visiting a club. But with a wig and a bit of padding, which was all still tucked away in a closet, Andrew turned into a seemingly perfect woman. "I'm a drag queen... in training still, as I said. So I'm not where near by Drag Mother, that's for sure."

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It seemed like Eric's line of questioning was making Andrew a bit uncomfortable, he planned on saying that Andrew didn't have to answer but before he could his friend stood up and walked away. Eric was about to ask where Andrew was going but then three questions came at him one after the other and he couldn't help but grin as he heard Andrew laugh, "Let's see no dog, though I do still like them, no white picket fence because they are so small they are useless and as for a girlfriend none currently." he called out to Andrew. "Haven't been in a relationship of any kind in over a four months now, kind of hard to deal with them it seems like they are all crazy perhaps I should just swear off of them!" he said playfully just as Andrew came back to stand in the doorway.

He cocked his head to the side trying to see what was in Andrew's hand before he held it up, then he got a full view look of a deep green dress that would have looked good on a woman. The came the admission that blew Eric's mind and he had had no idea how to respond, his jaw dropped slightly and he was quiet for a few seconds but then he imagined Andrew in the dress that he was holding and it came easily to him, he could see Andrew filling the dress out nicely and looking good in the outfit. "Well I'll be honest that is not what I would have guessed to be honest." he wasn't upset, he wasn't disgusted, he was completely understanding of it all "Though I think blue would suit you better." he grinned at his friend just like he always had.

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Well, hearing that he was single was sad yet helpful. At least there would be no reason for him to rush back home or have to call someone every night to update them on his day. And no crazy partner to remind him of just how crazy his last boyfriend was and just how much he missed him... this was turning out to be better than he thought it would be. Eric's response just put the icing on the cake. He didn't mind that Andrew was a drag queen?

He... didn't care that Andrew was a drag queen... he didn't care. That was wonderful. Andrew couldn't help but smile at his response and his suggestion. He glanced at the dress for a moment then broke into a grin. "I have it in blue as well," he told his friend before he draped it over his arm to let it peacefully hang in front of him. "I don't think anyone from high school would believe me if I told them what I did. Even if I showed them pictures. I don't really look like myself in the make up..." He looked close, but there was a distinct difference when he was completely dolled up. But he couldn't get over the fact that Eric didn't mind what his job was.

"So you'll go tonight for sure then?" Andrew asked, seeming a bit more eager than before to hear his answer. "I could use the support tonight. It's one of my first nights of getting close to performing. My mother's trying to get me on stage soon. You'd be a crazy amount of support if you helped me tonight." That way he would have someone to stare at in the crowd and someone to bring onto the stage if it came to it.

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Eric was a pretty tolerant person, he didn't care if someone was brown, black, foreign, gay, straight or bisexual, to him it didn't matter what they looked like or where they were from or who they wanted to fuck if he liked them who cared about all of that he always thought. Andrew wasn't actually the first gay friend that Eric well perhaps he technically was since he knew Andrew from his younger years but he hadn't known back then, he had a few gay friends now though none of them dressed up like Andrew did they just enjoyed the company of men. "Well I would definitely say go with the blue." he said encouragingly though he didn't know exactly what all this entailed he could still be a good friend and support Andrew all the way "Of course I'll be there, I'll be the one cheering the loudest" he said firmly before giving Andrew a gentle warm smile "I'll give you so much support you'll be sick of it".

"What do you mean by mother exactly though?" he was curious about this term because Andrew definitely wouldn't tell his parents about this so it wasn't his real mom, perhaps a mentor or something like that. It was definitely someone that Andrew respected or admired he could tell that much from hearing him talk about her or would it be him he thought to himself, "So when did you realize that you wanted to do this?" he asked just as curious if not more curious than before since he never had a friend that did this kind of thing before.

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Andrew moved to hang the dress hanger off the top of a lamp before he took a seat on the couch, much closer to Eric than before. To hear his friend would give him support was great. It gave him enough confidence to at least start talking to him about the whole mess he had fallen into with the club. He set his hands on his leg, turning slightly to face his guest. "Mother as in drag mother. She's a queen who's turned into a mentor for me. Taken me under her wing, showed me the ropes, all that sort of thing. She's a darling really, but as loud as they can get. You can hear Miracle before you see her." He laughed at the thought but quickly settled down to speak about the more serious part of his questions.

"Um..." Andrew cleared his throat and dropped his gaze slightly. "I was sort of questioning towards the last few months of school when Stacy brought something up." His last girlfriend had always been an adventurous one. No surprise that she was the one to bring forward a new side of him. "We were goofing around in her room one day with her makeup, doing some teaching while I was trying to figure out what all the stuff was for. She gave me a few lessons on what to do with the stuff. And that's when the ideas really started. But a few months after I moved here, I got to know one guy pretty well and he introduced me to the club as a way to wind down after school." Andrew began to lightly rub the back of his neck before he shrugged, turning his dark eyes back to Eric. "It all went from there. I started my training in January. So I've only been at this for a few months."

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Eric couldn't help but snicker a bit at the name Miracle, it was such a cheesy name like those strippers that called themselves destiny he thought to himself "Miracle huh?" he asked in a playful but cautious tone as he didn't want Andrew thinking that he was making fun of his drag mother. Eric remembered the name Stacy from the texts that went back and forth between them but he remembered very little about her, "Wow a girlfriend doing a guy up like that not something you would expect!" he said casually. "So have you dated guys before while doing this?" he asked very curiously, he didn't know why he asked that exactly and perhaps at first he had only meant for it to be a casual question but it seemed like he was asking more than that at the moment, perhaps there was an underlying question with his question like have you had sex with guys before.

And for whatever odd reason Eric couldn't help but imagine that Andrew would be dressed up and dolled up looking like the perfect woman when he had sex, the idea was well arousing and a bit scary at the same time since he never thought of another guy like that. He pushed the thought from his head "So what do you call yourself when you are all dressed up?" he wanted to know simply because he knew that crossdressers or drag queens in this case often used female or feminine names rather than their real names. "Please tell me it's not Destiny!" he said in a playful tone "Because if it is I'm sorry but I will laugh at you!" he said with the same playfulness and an edge of truth now because that would actually set him off and there would be no stopping the laughter then.

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True, it wasn't something that was often seen, but it had happened and it was good. Andrew smiled at the memory of Stacy commenting on his looks and just how feminine he appeared to be when he slipped the wig over his own hair. Then came the big question. The question of his name. Andrew laughed at the idea of being called 'Destiny'. "No! No way. Destiny is the stripper at the gentleman's club down the street. We're not allowed to take their names. No, it's Angel." He gave a small roll of his eyes, waiting for a mocking response from Eric. "It worked when I first dressed up, alright? Name that starts with 'A', I had on a blonde wig, it was Halloween... it worked, okay?" He held up his hands in a defensive way. "Don't worry about the details. Just don't make fun of it at the club. Or else Big Mama will attack. Like a tiger." He made a growling-hiss much like what a true tiger would, complete with the hand movement and a wink. It seemed he was already falling into character before he even got dressed. Either way, he continued on with a drop of his hand.

"I've had one boyfriend," he informed Eric, quickly regaining himself again. "My old roommate." He gestured towards the messy side of the hallway. "That's his things over there. As I said, he's still in the process of moving out." His hand fell back to his lap before smiling slightly. "Big change going from Gwen to Stacy to Phillip." He actually laughed at the change. That was quite a difference and he had never looked at it that way before. "It was a good change though, to be honest. I was done with all that girl drama. Now I have a whole new world of drama to unlock."

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Eric couldn't help but laugh when Andrew explained that Destiny was the stripper down the street and that they weren't allowed to take their names, like that stripper was the only Destiny out there he thought to himself. Angel now that was still kind of a cheesy name but it was better than Destiny at least, "Well that's better than being Destiny who just happens to meet the right person at the right time like it's their destiny" he said in an over dramatic way which is exactly what those strippers did to drain money out of worthless chumps. He laughed again as Andrew did a growling hiss like a tiger and pawed at him along with a wink 'cute' he said without even thinking about it, he had no idea where it came from and rather than focusing on it he decided it was best to change the subject.

"Ah well he isn't like the jealous paranoid type is he?" he asked while looking at the stuff "I mean I know a lot of guys feel threatened by me as I am a stunning work of manly art." he struck a pose to emphasize his body. He said it seriously but one look at his face and one could tell that he was trying his hardest not to burst out laughing as he enjoyed doing, "Will I need to hide from the guy when he shows up to get his stuff?" he then asked jokingly letting the pose go finally "Be all ninja like so he doesn't know I'm here and what not." Eric's main thing was being playful he hardly ever took anything serious from the time he was born to now because he felt like there was plenty to worry about when it actually happened so there was no point in worrying about something before it happened, worked so far though a few times he had been told he was too childish.


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Over the past seventy years, Zephyr had wandered the Realms, gone by a dozen names---some earned, most self-granted, and learned that no matter where he went, the dragons shunned him and humans created wars for no other reasons than boredom or self-interest. The former was to be expected. He was a prismatic dragon after all, borne of the forbidden joining of two dragons of separate elements. In his case, earth and fire.

While the dragons were seen as the Gods of the Realms, they weren't without their faults or prejudices, and they liked to keep their elemental bloodlines pure, not least of all because prismatic dragons had the potential to far surpass the abilities of pure-bloods. So in order to keep them in check, they were shunned. They were still allowed in the Great Caverns of Lorecia where the knowledge and lore of the dragons was stored and in the Flying Halls in the Sky Realm where humans believed they held their Court, but whispers always followed if they dared show tail or wing among the pure-bloods.

Which was how Zephyr found himself wandering the human lands for so long, blending in as much as he could with his dark tanned skin and pale, silvery hair. His eyes shifted colors, a mark of being a prismatic, though kept a simple spell over them that made them appear dark red. It was more of an oddity these days than even twenty years ago, with the Dragon Lords revoking magic from the humans. Something about the royal family breaking faith---information he wasn't privy to, or even cared about. That didn't keep him from traveling towards the city the royal family called home though. He'd already been to the East, earned the name Skurge by being the sole survivor in the Arcadian Battle. His white teeth flashed briefly at the memory. It'd been one of the few times his elements had joined so beautifully, fire dancing across earth that churned and swallowed men whole. He'd conveniently slipped out of the area three days later before anyone could think to retaliate; he had enough enemies, he didn't need Arcadian assassins after him.

The wind brought the scent and faint sounds of a village to him and he quickened his pace. He didn't dare fly so close to humans and few horses got along with him. Most of his traveling was done by foot and he'd developed a fondness for human food over the years. His mouth watered at the thought of biting into sweatmeats or a roasted pig.

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The silver haired man stuck out like a sore thumb. He was definitely trying to hard, not that Elessar cared overly much. The youth sat atop a bare wooden crate, snacking on a sticky pastry he'd charmed out of the baker. The dough was sweet and the glaze that covered it melted in his mouth, creating a delicious sensation that he wouldn't soon be tired off. Elessar didn't mind the life he'd chosen for himself. Working odd jobs was a bit tiring, as was sleeping in the strange places he could find. At the moment, he was sleeping in the hayloft at the blacksmith's workshop, only doing so on the good graces of the blacksmith himself. He liked it though. At least he'd chose what he wanted to do and when to do it.

The people of this certain town had grown used to him. They'd been suspicious at the beginning, of course, but soon learned that Elessar neither stole from them or tried to garner any of their sympathy. He was unfailingly polite, never badgering them. It also helped that he was a quick study too. When he did things, he did them well. This was in part due to the private tutors he'd had during his time at his mother's villa. That had been years ago though. His mother was dead and Elessar knew he would be too if anyone ever found out who he was.

Before the death of his mother, Elessar had lived a happy, if secluded, life. She'd told him on his heritage, but neither of them cared to pursue any of it further, both happy to live out their lives in the quiet of the villa, listening to the sounds of the ocean crashing against the beach. Elessar had only decided to slip away when the soldiers from the capital had arrived. The servants had helped to smuggle him with nothing but a bag of coins and the clothes on his back. It had been a hasty escape and the only thing Elessar had wished could have been planned better. It was all in the past though. His coin and silk cloths were gone, replaced with something much more suitable. Elessar couldn't say he was happy, but he was content with the slow flow of his life. He wasn't starving or ill or hurt, so what was there to complain about.

Shoving the rest of his pastry into his mouth, Elessar dusted off his hands before he hopped up and headed to the local tavern. The owner and his wife had taken him on as a new hire for the time being and Elessar was happy enough waiting tables for them.

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Slim, calloused fingers rested on the hilt of his sword as he strolled through the streets, taking one deep breath after another as he savored the scents. Humans always had such a unique odor to them; some smelled far worse than others, but the heavenly aroma of cooking food made the odd whiff or two bearable.

Elessar had been weeks on the road after returning from the East, but he hardly noticed the passing of time. He was barely considered an adult in dragon years despite being a hundred years old; a few weeks was a blink of an eye to him. That didn't keep him from feeling weary though. Being in a human form for so long, he could feel the drain on his current body, the aches in his feet and legs, and while there were no caverns or mountains nearby he could hide in and relish feeling his scaled form again, a warm bed sounded just as good. But first, food. His stomach was empty and his coin purse was full and he had every intention of changing that.

He stepped into the nearest building he could smell food from. Taverns always had more variety than the local stands and he wanted more than fruit right then. He found a table in a corner and removed his cloak, draping it over a chair before taking a seat. His clothes were worn but expensive looking---fine leather and sturdy cloth as soft silk. So he may have imbued some of them with magic to ensure they lasted longer and for added protection. He was a dragon after all, he enjoyed the finer things in life. He sat with his back to the wall and stretched his legs out, glancing around for a worker and motioning the first one over.

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Elessar had just merrily dumped a tankard of ale over a laughing man's head. "Oh the house," Elessar chimed in a falsely cheery voice after the man had coped a feel of his ass. He hefted up the heavy tray he'd been carrying and headed over to the man who'd beckoned him. He hated it when the strangers came to town. They always thought he was always available for sex, just because his hair was pulled back and he was wearing an apron. Who knew barmaids got so much as hassle all the time?

Slipping his fingers through the ring of the mug, he set it down in front of the man. "No, really. Ale is on the house until Chanve gets through the first keg of the night. Ass is not on the menu." Elessar smiled, not caring if the man didn't know what he was talking about or not. "Anyways, what do you want? I don't have anything," he looked the silver haired male up and down, "fancy, here." Again he smiled, wondering why the man was even in such a place. Elessar still thought he stuck out like a sore thumb, thinking he was maybe just a noble making his way back to the capital. Why he was wandering around was beyond Elessar.

Turning around for a second, Elessar handed off another mug of ale before giving the man his attention again. He supposed he didn't look THAT strange. The silver hair was no more strange than Elessar's violet eyes that seemed to flash their own kind of silver in the low candlelight. Perhaps it was just another kind of weird mutation, left over from when the dragon's had taken back their gifts to the humans.

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Zephyr raised an eyebrow as the barmaid... man? dumped an ale over one of the patron's head after being groped, eyes flicking over the male as he came closer. His body looked pleasant enough, for a human, though he didn't see anything remarkable about him, at least not until he was closer and he caught sight of the violet eyes. He vaguely remembered hearing something among the dragons about violet eyes, but he wasn't overly concerned about it. Whatever it was, it didn't concern him.

He returned the smile with one of his own that flashed his white teeth at the ass comment. He may not have had sex in a while, but he wasn't that desperate. At least that's what he told himself. Luckily dragons could control their hormones better than humans or the humans would have become fodder long ago. "I don't need anything fancy, so long as you have plenty of it," he replied. He pulled out three gold coins and held them out. "Whatever meat, stew, bread, and vegetables you have cooking will suffice. And keep one of those for yourself." Two golds could likely buy five or six meals here and he intended to eat that much.

His magical energy was still low from the Battle since he hadn't properly restored it. His human form offered finer control over his elemental powers, but it also made restoring them far slower. Since there wasn't a volcano or forest fire anywhere nearby to draw power from, eating more than his body should even be able to hold would have to do.

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Elessar laughed, taking the man's coins and inclining his head regally in thanks. "Plenty of nothing fancy coming right up. Thank you sir." Elessar tried not to seem giddy as he brought them money to Chanve while keeping the last one for himself. It was a nice tip to be sure and Elessar knew he'd be covered for meals for the next week or so. Mayhap he'd just rent a room for the night and enjoy a hot bath and a nice warm bed. Then again, the blacksmith's hayloft and the local well were good enough for him. While Elessar couldn't say he didn't mix the luxury he'd once had, he didn't pine for it, nor had he grown discontent because he was without it. Things would always come and go and he knew eventually he'd have enough money for something of his own in the future.

Not long later, Elessar returned to the man's table, bearing a huge tray, using his hand and shoulder to support it. The entire thing was covered with all the meals for the night, making Elessar wonder if the man was going to eat it all. Chanze had laughed, saying the man surely couldn't.

"Here's the first round. You've got another coming if you can finish it all," Elessar teased, rapidly settling down plates and bowls before the silver haired man with a deft hand. "Is there anything else you need? More Ale?"

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Zephyr hummed softly as he waited, glancing around to see if the tavern offered any sort of entertainment. He'd found a few in Arcadia where women covered in sheer clothes from head to toe danced for the patrons, and some where a lyre or flute was played by talented musicians. He sipped his ale and licked his lips as he saw the boy returning with a large tray of food. His stomach rumbled and he looked at each dish as they were set on the table, pulling one with a large chunk of meat slathered in gravy closer to start on. Cooked meat was an acquired taste, but he couldn't very well pick off a dozen of the humans' cows to munch on as a dragon. Though if the humans lost much more favor with the dragon lord Nagafenn, this Realm may very well become a free hunting ground.

"This looks delicious. Keep them coming," he said, cutting off a large piece to take a bite. It tasted as good as it looked, though he was sure hunger had a great deal to do with that. Once he started eating, he cleared one plate after another, most of the food hitting his stomach and immediately turning to energy to restore his powers. His skin almost seemed to start glowing after the first few plates, a subtle aura that could have just been a trick of the lighting.

He stacked the empty plates to the side, draining as many mugs of ale as the boy brought for him. Luckily, ale had little effect on dragons. If he wanted to get drunk, he had to get dragon wine, which was easy enough to come by if one knew where to look, though it cost an arm and a wing. He ate and ate, and ate some more, the two golds running out about the time he finally started to feel full. With a belch, he drained a last mug of ale and sat back in his chair.

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Most of the patrons were staring now, watching at the man ate as if he were ten men. Elessar was amazed as well and he gaped as he stood by the bar with Chanve. The man look... more vital somehow, more warm and rich with energy. It was strange to think of a stranger somehow looking better after he'd eaten, but it wasn't strange. Elessar shrugged it off, having seen many a hungry man leave happy and full after his visit to the tavern.

Seeing that all the plates of food he'd brought had been cleared, Elessar headed over to collect the last dishes of the night. Most of the patrons were either heading home of up to their room and many of the tables had already been cleared. The tavern had no such entertainment as many of the wealthier ones and if Chanve did have entertainment, it was usually through the employ of a traveling minstrel.

"Would you like me to turn down a bed for you tonight, sir?" Elessar asked as he gathered up all the plates onto his tray. He balanced the tower expertly. He'd hadn't dropped any plates yet, thankfully. "The mattresses are goose down and the comforters are made from the thickest of sheep's wool. And we don't have any bed mites," he added proudly. Elessar had made sure of that at least. The idea of creepy crawlies during the night made him shudder too much to want anyone to have to endure such a thing.

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The stares were something he was used to, if not for one thing than another. He ignored them with practice and glanced up at the offer of a bed. Sleep sounded wonderful now that he had a full stomach. "No bed mites, hm?" He grinned and licked his fingers clean. "Pesky things. If there's hot water to bathe, I may as well stay. It's getting late." He stood and reached for his cloak, fingers brushing against the boy's arm as he reached for the last plate.

He wasn't prepared for shock of sparks traveling up his arm from the contact and jerked his hand away with wide eyes, a single, tiny flame appearing in the air between them. That... was not possible. Surely it was just a coincidence. Prismatics rarely found a mate since other dragons shunned them, leaving them to seek out a mate amongst the humans, if one existed. He'd searched for years before giving up. If one existed for him, he had plenty of time to find it. He certainly hadn't expected to find a potential mate here when he wasn't even looking.

The flame disappeared a moment later when he recovered, clearing his throat and eyeing the boy curiously. If it was just a coincidence, he wouldn't have felt anything.

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Elessar yelped when the bit of static electricity shocked him. He stepped back and rubbed his tingling arm furiously. He told himself the little flame that appeared and blinked out so quickly was merely a trick of the light. He scowled at the man's cloak, perilously close to a pout. "Yes, we have hot water. The owner had a plumbing system installed just last month. We're still working out the kinks but it's pretty amazing so far." He shrugged, shooting the stranger an impish grin. "You know when you hear screaming that someone just got sprayed with cold water. I'll make sure it's hot for you though."

Relieving the man of his cloak, Elessar inclined his head again, thinking nothing of what had just happened. He was used to stranger things. It was just a part of working in a tavern. "I'll take this up to your room and prepare you bed. Would you like to come up now or wait awhile more?"

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Zephyr almost paled when he was sure this boy had felt the same sparks. He'd hoped for someone a bit more... curvy if he ever found a potential mate. Not that he had anything against males, but women were easier to seduce. He cleared his throat again and noticed the boy had taken his cloak. "I'll come up now and have a look..." he said. "Have to check the truth of your claims after all." He smiled and tried to shrug it off as a fluke, but he knew better than to dismiss it even if it was a complete surprise.

"So what's your name?" he asked as he followed the boy to his room. He couldn't help but remember the comment about ass not being on the menu and sighed inwardly. Women were far easier to deal with, though he supposed a challenge wasn't a bad thing.

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Elessar laughed. "Don't worry. Our rooms are pure luxury," he replied with a wink, leading the man up the stairs. The stairway was narrow but it led up onto a spacious second floor. The hallway dead ended to rooms on both sides, and the walls to the left and right of the corridor were lined with doors, five on each side plus one on each end of the hall, rounding out to an odd seven rooms. Elessar lead the man to the one at the very end of the hall, opposite the stairwell. It was the best room, usually kept for people who Chanve knew were rich. It was the quietest of the room and had the best view.

"Oh. And my name's Elessar. What should I call you by? I'll need your full name for our roster though," Elessar explained, unlocking the bedroom door and heading inside. He immediately hung the cloak on a hanger by the door and went to light the candles in the room. He knelt by a fire he'd banked earlier from the previous customer and stoked it to life. Soon, the room was warming up, flames from the fire dancing merrily on the walls.

"So we're you from, if I may ask?" Elessar asked conversationally as he checked the oil in the lamps. He puttered over to the bed and turned down the covers, revealing crisp linen that smelled like the sunshine Elessar had aired them out in.

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Zephyr glanced around and tilted his head towards each room they passed, listening to who might be inside. He never could be too careful after all. He couldn't keep his eyes from studying the boy from behind, noting the way he moved. "Elessar," he said, testing the name out on his tongue. Elessar moved like someone accustomed to service though he didn't sense hostility or bitterness from the human. Then again, they'd only just met, and Elessar could be good at putting up masks.

He stepped into the room without giving his own name, looking it over and moving to the bed just to make sure it was bug free. "You can call me Zephyr," he finally said, refraining from giving a false name. Lying to a potential mate was just asking for trouble. "That's my full given name." He had a surname, but it was self-given. Prismatics weren't allowed to take a name from their parents so there would be no association between them and their abomination of an offspring. If Elessar asked, he'd answer, but Zephyr Silverwing was a name he hadn't told anyone freely in over thirty years. He just hoped Elessar wouldn't recognize it from the tale of a man who'd set the countryside on fire during a skirmish those thirty years ago. That was one reason he'd been traveling away from this kingdom for so long.

"Mm, where am I from. Currently I'm returning from the East," he said with a flash of his teeth. He unfastened the strap to his sword and laid it at the foot of the bed. "If you're asking where I was born, I'm going to have to decline answering." Humans weren't allowed in the Sky Realm so it wasn't like Elessar would believe his answer anyway. He sat on the bed when the covers were turned down and stretched his legs out, leaning back on his hands and watching the human. "How about you? Have you worked here long?"

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"Mr. Zephyr then," Elessar replied with an easy geniality. He had learned not to be overly curious of customers, lest they get the wrong idea. He'd asked all the obligatory questions and it was enough information for Chanze to put the man down on the tavern's roster. Elessar knew very little about dragons and if he had come across books during his time with tutors, the knowledge was vague at best. If he'd ever read about a Zephyr, he certainly wouldn't remember. At the moment, he had no idea he was even talking to a dragon, let alone a dragon with such a colorful history.

"There are many returning from the East," Elessar replied, ingoring Zephyr's next comment. It's not like Elessar cared where he was born or really what he'd been doing until right that moment. Zephyr would mostly likely leave in the morning and Elessar would never see him again. Strangely, Elessar felt a little disturbed by that fact. Zephyr was a curious man, what with his dark skin and silver hair and a oddly feral, toothy grin. Despite his general rule, Elessar found he wanted to know more about him. Too bad he knew better than to ask.

Scowling when he noticed Zephyr's boots were still on and not wanting him to get any ideas about putting them on the clean linen, he hastily when over to unlace them. Whether the man protested or not, his boots would soon be off and sitting at the end of the bed with Elessar turning to busy himself with running a bath for the man, like he said he'd wanted.

The tub was located at the corner of the room behind a changing screen. The was no toilet like in some of the fancier homes, but Zephyr could use the communal one outside. Expertly, Elessar dialed the handles on the tub until steaming hot water was running out. One when he was satisfied that the plugged tub was filling up did he turn to Zephyr with a reply. "I've worked here long enough." Elessar grinned and though his words were polite, he clearly hedged the question. "Is there anything else you need before I go?"

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"No 'Mr.' or 'sir.' Just call me Zephyr," he said with a twinge of annoyance. He didn't mind formalities all that much, but somehow it irked him hearing Elessar use it. He knew better than to think he'd be able to win Elessar over in just a few hours or days, if he even could at all, and getting too attached when they'd only just met was a bad idea, but he couldn't help it. He was young for a dragon and he had already found a potential mate. Part of him wanted to snatch Elessar up and fly away with him to some secluded mountain top until he accepted a mating between them. The other part was curious and wanted to get to know this boy who had something strong enough in him to call to his magic.

He blinked and watched Elessar in surprise when he reached for his boots. "What---?" he started before simply letting the human remove his boots. He couldn't remember there being some custom about removing footwear in this area, but he didn't usually pay too much attention to the customs unless forced to. He raised an eyebrow as his boots were set at the end of the bed and glanced back to Elessar as he ran the bath. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask if the human would wash his back, though he was sure it would be taken the wrong way.

Was there anything else he needed? Not really, but the thought of letting Elessar leave without knowing when he'd see the human again almost made him panic. That was stupid. Elessar worked here after all. He'd be easy enough to track down. He'd been on his way to the capital city to see how things were developing regarding the royal family, but this was more important in his eyes. He couldn't care less about the dragons being pissy at the humans for whatever reason. "Well... I have a notion to stick around here for a bit. Do you know of any jobs available?" he asked with a smile.

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Elessar pursed his lips, though quickly turned around to shut off the water taps to hide his own annoyed expression. "Jobs? Not any that I know of, Zephyr," he replied, when in fact he knew of several jobs in town, all of which he'd had his eye on. His job at the tavern were only for the weekends when people cut back a little bit from their hard days work or whenever there was a caravan coming through town. Come tomorrow morning, Elessar would be without a job for five whole days. Which was bad. That meant no food if he couldn't earn more coin or a free meal for his labor. He planned on saving the tip from Zephyr for as long as possible.

Turning around, Elessar folded his arms over his chest, his hands gripping his elbows in a posture he'd been told was both helpful looking and non-threatening. "I'm surprised your asking about a job, honestly. You look like you're practically made of coin," he replied, brow cocked and mouth quirked into a slight smile.


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Krista Sparks was never the kind of girl you'd be used to seeing. Oh no... not the usual girl who would play with her barbies or wear make-up. Krista played with toy-soldiers and tanks and even Action Man figures since she was 4, and played video-games since she was 6. She loved what boys liked, no matter what it was. And with that, she started dressing like boys did when she reached her teen years. Using shirts and jeans and boxers instead of panties. Gladly enough, her breasts were about a B cup, so she didn't have to worry about them ruining her "male" look. Not only that, but she did act like a boy. She would always hang out with boys and punch them in the arm like they did to each other, and she would receive punches too. But that only made her stronger, and more than once she had engaged in a fight with other girls, and she would always win. Her arrogant and masculine behavior made her a true tomboy.

But she had a brother... the one brother she loved. Not only did she love him... but secretly she had a crush on him. She lusted for him but knew she could never have him because he had a girlfriend and because incest was illegal. So, she had to suffer the pain of not having him.

That one morning, she woke up with a manly groan. She always slept in only boxers and a t-shirt. No bra or nothing else. She stood up, scratched her belly, which very well-toned given that she went to the gym almost everyday, and put on a pair of jeans, a black jacket, a DC cap and a pair of snickers. She brushed her blonde hair and smiled at her red ends. She had done it herself, while her best friend had tattoo-ed her whole back, her legs and her arm. She walked downstairs and sat on the table, waiting for her parents or someone to give her breakfast.

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Nathan Sparks was the type of guy people liked to hang out with. He always was the one someone could talk to. He played games, played sports for fun instead of for school, went to the movies, and he was always most likely to pay for it for his friends. He was, in general, a good guy. Good friends, a beautiful girlfriend. He had it all. Except...

His sister. She was... and overachiever for what she wanted. And what she wanted was to be one of the guys, even if it disfigured her. He knew about the tattoos, and he frowned on that even if he didn't say anything about it. Their parents didn't know, not yet. He was merely thankful they went to work early so they didn't see them while she walked around in the morning.

His alarm clock went off that morning, and he lazily turned it off, sitting up and stretching. Friday. At least he could take a good break over the weekend now. He didn't change out of his pajama's of loose pants and shirt before heading downstairs. Oh, she actually got dressed before coming downstairs today. He walked to the fridge, getting eggs out and scrambling them, starting to cook breakfast.

[User] Krista heard someone in the kitchen so she walked there. Then, she found her brother. "Well... lazy ass decided to wake up at last. Be nice and fix me something, won't ya'?" she said rudely and looked at him. It was her nature to talk like that, so she didn't do it to be mean. "Oh... look what I got yesterday at the Zack's tattoo parlor." Zack was her best friend, a guy obviously. He was 15, but his elder brother was the one who tattooed people. Krista lifted her shirt, her jacket was unbuttoned and she really looked like a boy. She showed him her perfect and beautiful belly, she was slowly growing some muscles there. On her hips, both of them, she had stars and she had gotten a piercing on her belly button. "So... what ya' up for today? Gonna' hang out with that... skank?" she asked and lowered her shirt once again. She hated his girlfriend.

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Nathan was cooking silently, if only to curb his own anger as she spoke on and on. She was his sister, damn it. Where had he gone wrong that she was like this? He was surprised she didn't scratch her invisible junk every so often. He put some cheese into the eggs before putting them on the frying pan, gripping the fork tighter than normal as she spouted off. What was she, some sort of mechanic with how she spoke? He stirred the eggs, but the scratching of his fork on the pan was more than audible with that last word. He rounded on her, anger in his eyes.

"Watch your tongue." It was nearly a growl through pressed teeth. "I don't talk about your friends like that, as much of assholes they really are. And what about you? Who the hell are you trying to impress doing that stuff and talking like that? Because it sure is hell isn't impressing me." He turned back, seething, to the eggs. "Ah, god damn it." He stirred and fluffed them, but they were a little burned on the bottom. Still, he served them to Krista. "Eat your fuckin' eggs." And with that he disappeared upstairs.

[User] Krista felt anger building inside her quite quickly as he spoke. Even if she was trying to be a guy most of the time and acted like one, she had feelings and those words he said mostly devastated her. She took the plate from his hands and walked to the table. After sitting down, she proceeded to devour the eggs, holding back the tears that were forming in her eyes. "Who... does he think he is to talk... to me like that?" she whispered to herself, she had a knot in her throat and tears started to fall down her cheeks and to the table. When she was finished, she stood up and grabbed her backpack with anger. "Fuck you, you stupid cock-sucker! Do you think I don't love you even though you are my brother!?" she yelled at him, even if he didn't listen the neighbors did. She slammed the door and walked to school.

[Assistant] Nathan's room was the destination he ended up going to, needing something to hit, and he wasn't going to beat his own sister up. As much as she aggravated him, he wasn't going to beat the tar out of her. So instead he beat the shit out of his punching bag, going from street fighting to judo quickly. He heard her yelling, hearing the slam of the door. "Then fucking show it, cunt." He muttered. He took a moment to cool down before getting dressed, pulling on jeans and a t-shirt before heading to school. He drove, getting there before his sister did, slamming his car door and heading to his locker before first class.

[User] Krista had cried the whole way to school, but she had kept her head low so no one would see her. Once there, at the entrance, she cleaned her tears and walked to her locker. She put in some of her books and closed it before making her way to the bathroom. She lit a cigarette there and started smoking. Good thing the school didn't put fire sensors in the bathroom, or else she hadn't started smoking.

[Assistant] The day was passing rather quickly for Nathan, thankfully. The most eventful thing for him was a small brawl during lunch between one of his friends and some thug that got pissy. Thankfully he didn't have to intervene. He drove home alone instead of giving his sister a ride, still angry with her. He took a shower when he got home, simply throwing a robe on afterward and going to his room, jumping onto his computer.

[User] For Krista, she was depressed the whole day. She didn't arrive in the afternoon like she was supposed to, but around midnight. She smelled of drugs and alcohol, she had spent her whole day with her male friends drinking and smoking. She dragged herself upstairs and once inside her bedroom, she undressed completely, leaving only her boxers. Her tattoos and his piercing could be seen. She had a perfect figure.

[Assistant] Nathan was starting to get worried as the day went dinner coming and going. He ate alone and put her dinner in the fridge for her. By the time midnight came and went their parents were asleep when he heard her come in. He waited a few minutes on his computer, dressed now in his pajamas before heading to her room, opening the door. He was surprised in seeing her dressed in only her boxers, admiring her figure for only a moment. "Where have you been? I've been worried." He crossed his arms, walking into her room and closing the door behind him.

[User] Krista rose her glance towards her big brother. Her eyes were red from smoking so much pot and she was really drunk, but what she said absolutely came from her heart. "Worried? Worried 'bout this little bitch-ass cunt? Don't make me laugh... look at me! I'm a bitch... Why you'd worry 'bout a bitch you hate?" she asked and laid back on her bed. Her breasts were small, but surely precious. Secretly, and even if his brother doubted about it, she was a virgin.

[Assistant] Nathan sighed at her attitude. He tried to ignore his sister's body, no matter how nice it was. Better than his girlfriend's, in fact. He moved to her bedside, sitting on the edge and putting a hand on Krista's shoulder. "Sis, I don't hate you. You simply aggravate me sometimes." His fingers gently rubbed the soft skin of her shoulders, his eyes locked on her red eyes. "Stop talking like that. You aren't a bitch-ass cunt. And I have no idea where you picked up such strings of words. It's not even cool to say." He chuckled at that. "Come on, tell me what's wrong."

[User] Krista could barely keep her eyes open as she was really high and drunk. "Like if... you don't hate me..." she said softly and laughed. "I... Know I am... an ugly whore... what's wrong? I'm gonna' tell your faggot ass what's wrong." At that point, she wasn't conscious of what she was saying, and she felt no shame to tell her secrets. "What's wrong is... that I love your stupid and gay ass... that's what happens. That I love you and I want you everyday but we can't, because you hate me... and because that filthy piece of bitch is with you..." She said all that with a drunk accent, trying to form the words.

[Assistant] "You aren't ugly." It was the first thing that came from his lips before she continued talking. He pursed his lips about how she was talking. After all, she was drunk. But what she said was surprising to him, and stole the words from his lips. He took a long few minutes to formulate his thoughts. She was drunk, but that just made her words ring truer. He got up, leaving the room, only to come back with a bucket. He put it on the side of her bed, helping her roll onto her side. With how drunk she was, he knew it was only a matter of time until she threw up. His hand ran along her arm as he looked her over before standing up. "I want you to come to my room tomorrow, after you sober up and mom and dad go to work. Rest well." He got up, walking out of her room, closing the door carefully and going to his own to sleep for the night.

[User] Krista could barely keep focus on him, and just tilted her head backwards as she saw him leave the room. When he came back with the bucket, she looked at him and was about to speak, but he told her to see him the next day when she was sober. Night passed by and when she woke up, the next day, the bucket was mid-way full with vomit as she had puked the whole. "Fuck... mother of... fuuuuck..." she told herself as her head hurt like no tomorrow. She stood up, and she could barely keep herself standing due to her head ringing. She put on a shirt from one of his male friends and walked to her brother's door. "Hey... douche... wake up... the fuck happened yesterday?"

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Nathan, however, slept very well, and was up before she was. He was on his computer when she walked into his room. He took a moment to finish what he was doing before swiveling his chair to look at her. "What happened yesterday? You came home drunk and high after midnight. You were lucky you were quiet and didn't wake mom or dad. I came in to check on you, put the bucket for you and moved you so you didn't choke on your own vomit. And you told me something rather interesting."

He crossed his arms as his eyes went over her, covered better than last night. "You told me you loved me, that you wanted me but couldn't have me."

[User] Krista was skeptical the whole way through the explanation. Sure, she loved to drink and smoke and she had been wasted like that so many times, but her eyes widened as he got to the final point. She had confessed that she liked him... that she loved him. For the first time in her life, she blushed. Her cheeks went full red. He had never seen her in that state and neither anyone. She looked down for a minute, then she looked up back again. "I'm... s-sorry..."

[Assistant] Nathan shook his head as he heard her, but at least now she was being adorable instead of being a little cunt. She was nervous, maybe ashamed. But he saw an opportunity, at least, to mold her into something better than the bitch she was turning herself into. "Sorry for what? Sorry for getting drunk last night? Sorry for spilling the beans? Or sorry for not saying it sooner?" He leaned back in his chair, watching her. "You do know, you're adorable when you aren't spouting your usual nonsense. But maybe we can come to some sort of... accord."

[User] Krista didn't want to argue at the moment. She was really calm and her head hurt a lot, so she didn't want to get into an argument. But being in that sort of shy and innocent position was really awkward to her. "I... just... feel sorry... for not saying it sooner... and trying to get in the middle of you and your girlfriend." Now a few tears started to fall down her cheek as she was starting to regret treating him like shit. "I... accord? W-What do you mean?" she said shyly.

[Assistant] Nathan crossed his arms over his chest once more as he watched her. She was rather cute when off balanced. But now it was time to push and see if she stood or toppled. "You're doing a rather good job of it already, I must say. But that isn't enough. I want you to stop that... weird swearing. Bitch-ass, cunt, all of it. I don't want to hear anything like that out of your mouth, understand? If you keep that up, you can have me. But you lose that if you fall back onto that even once." His legs uncrossed and spread somewhat, showing the tent of a hard cock from the ideas in his head. "If you agree, go ahead, go for it now."

[User] Krista wasn't dumb, and she was hearing what he wanted her to do. "I... don't know... I'll try..." she said shyly, but the moment he spread his legs and let him see his hard cock through his pants, she gasped and ran out of the room. Maybe she was tough on the outside, but she was the kind of girl that was completely shy and submissive during sex, and to top if off, she was a virgin. She just hadn't told her brother. She laid on her bed with her shirt removed, her chest pressed to the mattress as she thought to herself. "I'm such an idiot... I could have had him... but I was so scared." Her beautiful butt was also exposed through her boxers.

[Assistant] Nathan couldn't help the chuckle that came to him as she made a rather loud sound before running from his room. He could hear her footsteps run to her own room. He couldn't tell if doors closed or not, but he turned to his computer, uncaring about that. So she passed for the moment. That didn't alleviate his own personal needs. So he turned some porn on, sliding his hand into his pants, slowly stroking himself. He wasn't going to follow her. After all, she was being rather bashful. It was up to her what she wanted. Until then, he was just gonna jerk off before making some breakfast.

[User] Krista was feeling all stupid for a reason, so she stood up and grabbed her box of cigarettes, then lit one and started smoking. She grabbed her electric guitar and plugged it to the amplifiers and the stereo and started to play the opening part of 'Smoke on the Water', followed by 'Seven Nation Army'. She was going to look after sex. After all, if she hadn't been fucked up to that point, then it meant wasn't a true whore. As one of the notes went out wrong, she insulted in a way it came out of the room, the door was open. "God motherfuckin' dammit."

[Assistant] Nathan didn't realize just how much mood music could make or break a mood. That was, until he heard 'Smoke on the Water' and 'Seven Nation Army' being played by his sister. That immediately killed his boner. He frowned at that, but turned the porn off. Food was sounding better by the minute. He walked by her door just before she messed up and swore. He looked in as he passed, seeing her topless and with guitar. He checked her out in that moment before speaking as he went downstairs. "Crude, but I'll allow it." He went to the kitchen, pulling out bread, bacon, and eggs, and got to cooking breakfast.

[User] Then Krista switched for a different, 'Wannabe in L.A.' Even though it wasn't a great song, nor it wasn't a great group either, she thought the song was actually kinda good. She started playing it with a skeptical face, smoking with such a skill as to release the smoke through her nose since she couldn't grab the cigarette. The ashes fell down to the floor as she kept playing. She was really talented.

[Assistant] Nathan had to admit that she was pretty good with the guitar. The only good thing with her lifestyle besides how she toned her body. He could feel himself get hard once more at the thought of her body. He cooked quickly but thoroughly, putting buttered toast, eggs, and bacon on two plates and putting them on the table, sitting down. "Krista, come eat breakfast! After last night you need it!."

[User] Krista played the whole song before actually stopping to go get something to eat. She didn't trust her instincts or her brother's anymore, so she put on the shirt that made her look like a boy and walked downstairs. With that shirt, it made her look a bit flat, but beautiful nonetheless. Her chest was exposed, and so was her belly, but not her breasts. "Thanks," she muttered lowly and started to eat.

[Assistant] Nathan had started eating without her, and was halfway done with his plate before she came down. So he was done before her, but he stayed seated, watching her, leaning back in his chair. He watched her eat for a minute before he finally spoke up. "So, have you thought over my offer?" He said, taking his glass of milk and drinking as he watched her reaction. "Do you want me enough to change your ways?"

[User] Krista shook her head. "You don't change a person if you love them... you just don't. You love them the way you are." With that, she stood up and put her dirty plate by the sink, then made her way upstairs where she started playing her guitar again. This time, she played 'Purple Rain'. She wasn't going to change. It was her nature. For two years, she had acted that way.

[Assistant] Nathan frowned as he heard her words, was silent as she walked upstairs. He took his plate, putting it in the sink and washing everything before getting upstairs to her room. He was there by the time the song was done. "You're right. And I do love you the way you are. But please, tone it down around me? Then you can have me, if you agree." He was still tenting his pajama pants.

[User] Krista looked at him, another cigarette back in her mouth as she nodded, the strap of her guitar hung around her shoulders and showing her small yet perky and beautiful breasts; her shirt was on the floor. "That's the way... wait... you love me too?" she asked, her pale cheeks turning red.


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Andrew watched his friend carefully before laughing and shaking his head. It was great to be hanging out with him again... he hadn't laughed his much with Phillip around. Maybe he missed his friend more than he realized he did. Nothing wrong with that, but once Eric leaves, maybe there would be. Until then, Andrew would take advantage of his friend's craziness with a smile and a laugh.

"No, he's really easy going. No need to hide or run away. That's Alfred's job." The dark haired smiled as he leaned back against the couch, eyes falling to the ground for a moment as he took a second to think then lifted them back up to Eric. "If anything he'll wonder who you are. Make up some lie, tell him the truth, whatever you want. He won't be long getting his stuff. That's why it's sitting right by the door." Andrew leaned on his hand against the back of the couch and ran his fingers through his hair another few times, letting his eyes settle on Eric again, trying not to make it seem to awkward.

Before it could, an alarm went off in Andrew's pocket, forcing him to pull his phone out and turn it off. "Time for me to start dinner," he told his friend, standing up to his feet. "It's a little early, but I need to do some prep here before we can get going down to the club." He glanced at him and smiled. "You'll be allowed in early, don't worry. No standing outside for you. VIP treatment all the way, my friend."

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Eric noticed that Andrew seemed to look at him before looking away only to look back at him again as if he were trying to make it so he wasn't staring at him, now the only time that Eric saw people do this is when they were checking other people out. He hadn't really thought about Andrew checking him out before but he didn't know Andrew was gay before now either, but that was ridiculous right he asked himself as Andrew and him were just friends, though the idea of Andrew dressing up for him and him alone was a nice one. There went one of those exciting but scary thoughts as Eric had no idea where it came from, luckily he didn't have to think about any of that anymore as Andrew said he needed to start dinner and what not, "Alright, I can't wait to see what special thing we will be eating tonight!" he said cheerfully as he also stood up stretching out a bit as he did so.

"So how about this while you make dinner I take a shower? that way I'm not taking up your time to get ready with my shower and you don't have to worry about me being bored while you cook." he suggested quickly. "Though if you want my help cooking I could do that to, I'm up for whatever though if I do help it does ruin the surprise of the 'special' meal." he said playfully, though he had to admit a shower sounded much nicer than trying to help with cooking right now seeing as he had been traveling most of the day and he had gotten a little sweaty on the plane so he probably didn't smell like a bouquet of fresh cut spring flowers.

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"Nothing special about tonight's meal," Andrew pointed out with a smile. "Sorry. Grilled chicken is all. But if you'd like to get a shower, go for it." He waved in the direction of the bathroom before he started out towards the kitchen to get his work done. Leaving Eric on his own to shower wasn't a difficult one, at this point, but it gave Andrew a moment to go through his possible performance to one of their childhood songs. It was a typical thing for queens to do, after all. Why break tradition on your first go? The chicken was all set and ready to go in the fridge, which made everything that much simpler for Andrew when it came time to actually cook it. He set it all on the stove to grill up and began to softly mouth along to the words running through his head while Eric washed up before dinner.

By the time his friend came out, the meat was cooked, a nice dressing was made and a salad was tossed together. It was important for Andrew to keep his meals light on nights that he went to the club, as his nerves some times got the best of him. That wasn't something he wanted to deal with any more than he had to that night.

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Eric loved showers more than most people hence why instead of twenty minute showers like most people would take he took forty minute showers, tonight however he kept it shorter as he didn't want to keep Andrew waiting. Now was one of those times that his careless or laid back personality came back as he actually exited the shower in just a towel wrapped around his waist and his dirty clothes thrown over his shoulder, his flesh glistening just a bit from the water as he entered the kitchen to see what they were having. "Mmmm smells pretty good!" he said in a casual tone as he looked over the food now "Though, I can't say I enjoy the rabbit food too much..." he pointed to the salad when he said that before grinning at Andrew "I'll get dressed and be out in a few minutes." he said before heading to his room, on his left side was a jagged looking scar just about where his ribs stopped noticeable simply because it was the only scar or mark on his body.

Soon enough he came out in a pair of black jeans and a dark red t shirt that clung nicely to his body, hair still wet but hardly messy thanks to being so short "So is there anything about the club I should know?" he asked as he leaned against the counter now. "I only ask because the place we have has some rules about certain things like never flirt with a customer unless they flirt with you, our place doesn't allow anyone to get too handsy, definitely no fighting or arguing or else banned for good, just wanted to know if your place had any special rules." he had never been to a place like this so he didn't want to mess the night up and embarrass Andrew somehow.

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Andrew looked towards his friend as he came out, watching as he looked over the food and continued back to his temporary bedroom. The man blinked a few times then looked down again before quickly throwing some fries into his handy, counter-top deep fryer to cook. He had noticed the scar on his side but didn't bother to say anything to him about it. Whatever had happened, he could find out at a later time when things calmed down and when they got to know each other a bit better. Luckily the fries didn't take too long and by the time Eric was back in the kitchen, they were ready to put on the plate and be offered along side of the chicken breast. Andrew on the other hand, cut up his chicken and tossed it onto the salad just as he had planned from the beginning before settling down at the small round table to eat.

"No fighting, flirting is allowed, obviously. It's not like you'll be working tonight so you'll get to experience the club in it's full force." He flashed a quick smile before taking a bite of his mix and debating over the rules. "VIPs get access to the lounge upstairs, but there's nothing too super special about it. Just the fact that there's actually places to sit. Other wise, it's like every other club. Only thing... it's a gay bar." He took another bite and gave a small shrug. "Be polite pretty much? No offensive language, which pretty much means no 'fag', 'twink', 'so gay' talk... all that jazz. Feel free to drop the f-bomb all over that floor though. It's had worse thrown around on it." Andrew smiled and took another bite. "It's pretty easy going though. Don't upset the queens, try not to offend anyone and if you need to test the skills of your stomach, make sure you know where the bathroom is or the curb outside. Last thing the owners want to do is clean up someone's vomit in the middle of their night..."

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Eric listened to Andrew's explanation of the club and it did seem pretty laid back so that was a good thing, "Well, you don't have to worry about me throwing those around hell I don't even know what twink means." he said honestly as he had never heard that particular insult before. "And you know me not really a heavy drinker since most of it tastes like piss water, kind of funny that I say that since I am a bartender." he commented before taking a bite of his chicken it was pretty good not too dry and not too moist at the same time. He popped a fry into his mouth as well now savoring the taste "Thanks for making these." he said gratefully as he ate another one, "there is one thing I did want to ask since it's a gay bar, would it be okay if I said I was with you slash Angel? that would make it a lot easier to get guys to not hit on me" he said in the same casual tone before lifting his hands up.

"Not that I mind getting hit on or anything, not gonna get all homophobic or anything actually kind of flattering if they do hit on me but I imagine there are the types that never really listen unless you bring up something big even in gay bars." More than a few times Eric had to save someone from being hit on by someone who couldn't take a hint and he did not want to be the person that needed saving in that situation, "I mean if that's okay with you, I don't wanna say something like that if it'll embarrass you at work or something like that". Eric was the type that kept his burdens to himself while trying to help other people, it was one of his better more mature qualities.

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The man nodded in response to his thanks for fries and again when he brought up his next question. "Just tell them you're with Angel. Don't be surprised if people buy you drinks if you give them that answer. I'm not bragging but she can get pretty popular with people." Andrew flashed a grin towards the man before letting it drop back to a smile and taking another good bite of his meal. "Course, if you don't want to be hit on, then just tell people. The word will get around quick enough. People are pretty respectful about that sort of thing." After all, the last thing most of the people in the club wanted was to deal with was being hit on by the wrong gender. A few were more offended about it than others, but for the most part, they were willing to do what they could to even bend over backwards to make people feel comfortable inside of the club.

"When I'm there, if I'm dressed up, then I'm known as Angel," Andrew began to explain, running his fingers lightly through his hair before taking one of the final bites sitting in front of him. "Only reason I'd get embarrassed is if you call me by the wrong name too many times. So if you could try to keep that straight..." It wasn't too hard of a concept and Andrew was willing to let it slide a few times, but if he only called him by his legal name, there might be an issue. He doubted Eric would do it more than he could help. He wasn't disrespectful after all. "But our bartenders are pretty great. You could try to stump them." The man grinned, his eyes lighting up with glee at the sound of the game. "See if you can give them a drink that they don't know."

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"Oh I guess it helps to be a friend of the amazing Angel!" he said playfully after hearing that people might actually buy him drinks if he said that he was with Angel, "Might be a way to get free drinks if I'm in the mood." Eric probably wasn't going to drink much no matter what but he had been known to cut loose every now and then which could be good or bad depending on how much he had, then Andrew began to explain that while they were at the club he had to call Andrew Angel and that was an understandable thing Eric thought to himself. "Alright, so right now you are my old friend Andrew but when you dress up and doll yourself up you become Angel, kind of like a super hero changing into costume." he said with a laugh, he chowed down on those fries eagerly eating them with the chicken and ketchup, he liked a lot of ketchup on his fries and chicken which was a bit funny as he didn't like tomatoes but he loved ketchup.

"Oh I got a drink that I know they don't know for sure because it's my drink, made it myself though there are not a lot of people willing to drink it." he grinned wickedly "It's more of a dare to drink drink!" he said before eating another fry. "I call it rumbler punch, fruit punch mixed with vodka, redbull, volt energy drink, and the added bonus of mixing it all with fireball whiskey." It was one hell of a nasty combination and Eric was the first one to try it when he needed something to drink but only had these drinks left.

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Andrew raised his eyebrows in disgust. "That sounds horrible," he admitted with a laugh. "No way in hell I'll be drinking that mess." Not to mention it might flip his stomach in the most disgusting way possible. He really didn't want to have to deal with such a thing even if he wasn't working. No way that was being allowed in his apartment either. "Keep your disgusting mixes at the bar, okay?" The man couldn't help but laugh again before he finished his meal and standing up to take care of his dishes. Most of the rest of it was already taken care of, which just left the final two plates and their glasses. And once that was done...

He turned around to face Eric. "My turn to shower. Then you can join me in my room if you care to sit while I get ready." It shouldn't take too long, but he knew how awkward it was to sit in a strange apartment alone for any length of time. "As I said, not a whole lot of work to do at home, but just some beginning prep. Then we're off to the club for the best night of your life." Andrew raised his eyebrows before smiling. "Ever see queens perform before? 'Cause you're in for a real treat if you haven't. We can get to be pretty great, if you ask me." And even if he didn't, he was going to get his opinion. Because that's how it worked when you were friends with a queen.

"Just chill out for a bit while I wash up," he requested. "I hate to ask, but could you do your own dishes? I'll take care of tomorrow's, I swear." He was just in a rush. Which was proven seconds later when he started out of the room. "Just a quick wash, Eric! Thank you so much!" And the bathroom door shut.

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At the mention of his drink sounding disgusting Eric couldn't say anything because that was absolutely true so instead he just nodded while keeping a wicked grin on his lips, then came the offer for him to watch as Andrew got ready which was a surprise. Eric couldn't help but admit that it would be interesting to see how Andrew went from being Andrew to being Angel, he had seen men become women but none of them had seemed to be a real woman in fact it looked weird to him which was a bit judgmental but hey Eric wasn't perfect. "Yea sure it will be interesting to see you transform into Angel!" he said sincerely before finishing off his own food now, he leaned back in his chair savoring the fullness of his stomach while listening to Andrew explain that he was in for a treat if he had never seen drag queens preform before "I'm sure I'll have a blast if you say such good things..." he said cheerfully before standing up.

Now Andrew was rushing off to get in the shower after asking him to do the dishes, it was no problem for Eric as he didn't actually have a dishwasher so he was used to washing his own dishes. He decided to just everything that was in the sink as he needed to burn a little time since Andrew would take some time in the shower anyways, when he was done he left them drying in the dish rack and made his way to Andrew's room, he could still hear the shower running so he decided to seat himself on Andrew's bed and relax until he came out. He was so laid back he wasn't even thinking about how it might be a bit awkward if Andrew came out of the shower without a towel on, he just closed his eyes and kind of drifted off it wasn't really being asleep it was more like he wasn't fully awake like if someone were to talk to him in this state and he woke up later he would wonder whether or not it was a dream.

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Andrew didn't take long in the shower and in little to no time, the man stepped out, dried himself off and started into his bedroom, towel wrapped around his waist. He stopped in the doorway to look at Eric before smiling and softly padding inside and over to his closet. He pulled out a bit of clothing he would need that night before crossing over to the bed to give his friend a nudge. "Wake up," he sung softly in a playful tone, tapping his arm with the back of his hand. "Getting ready now." He left him alone to gather up the dress hanging in the hall closet and slip into the proper undergarments. This took a bit longer than it would for any normal woman, as he had to add some padding and tuck himself in the proper places to get the proper feminine shape. One that was done, he took a look at the blue dress he had picked out and took in a deep breath. This was one of the final moments that he would be a man in front of his friend. For the night, of course. Tomorrow he would return to being Andrew. With a gentle pull and a bit of a wiggle, Andrew slipped the dress over his body, fitting it and adjusting it in all the right places before starting back into his bedroom.

"See?" he asked, his figure looking far more feminine than it already was. He pulled off being a woman with no problem... it was amazing. "Not too bad now, huh?" He took a seat at the low dresser in the room and took out several bits of make up from a case all before bothering to pull a wig cap over his hair, tucking the loose strands in and fastening it into place. Make up was next... Concealer, powder, eye shadow, blush... Unlike many of the other queens, Andrew was careful to keep it a more natural look, but still set up perfectly for the club situation the two would soon be entering. This would take a bit longer, which gave him plenty of time to speak to his friend...

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Eric woke up with a slight start not expecting to almost fall asleep like that so of course he wasn't expecting to be woken up either, "I'm good wasn't sleeping." he mumbled out quickly as he blinked a few times to get rid the blurriness. When Andrew dressed up there was no way Eric would have known that it was a male underneath that dress, he couldn't help but stare a bit checking out the feminine form before him, if he saw Andrew from behind he definitely would have had that 'I would fuck that' thought cross his mind. He shook his head getting rid of that surprising thought "Not at all, if I didn't know you were a guy already I would never guess that you are a guy." He said honestly before sitting on the end of the bed, he continued to watch as Andrew made himself an even more convincing woman with the wig and make up "So do you feel like a woman when you are Angel?" He asked curiously.

"I mean like do you like being treated like a woman rather than a guy?" he asked curiously, he wasn't sure what type Andrew was he just knew that some just enjoyed dressing up because they knew they looked sexy and then there were the ones that actually wanted to be women and acted like women. He couldn't really imagine Andrew acting like a woman but of course he couldn't have imagined Andrew looking sexy in a dress either he thought which made him freeze a bit, those thoughts had been randomly popping into his head since he learned about Andrew's likes. Definitely not the sort of thing he thought of, luckily he didn't have to think of it anymore as he felt his phone vibrate so he pulled it out, it was just a random text from a friend back home asking if he wanted to go out, he replied quickly explaining he was out of town for a few weeks so that was a no go.