There he was. The King of Babylon Dancing in all his Glory. Every movement he made like a divinely inspired dance. The Lights gently caressed his gorgeous body. His perspiration like water to the hopeless Gay men of Liberty Ave. This was the same ol' Brian Kinney.
Brandon stood over by the bar sipping down his usual drink order. He watched Brian dance with a smile on his face. "This truly is the god of the gay," Brandon thought, remembering his bet he had made with the sex king. 10 guys and Brandon lost. Oh well, he thought. There will be a day when Brian Kinney will just be a memory.
It was getting late, and Brandon was getting bored. He grabbed his jacket off the bar stool, and headed towards the door. He was tried, and he had work in the morning.
Walking towards his car, something caught his attention. A young boy, looking quite lost was leaning up against a light pole attempting to light a cigarette. The boy couldn't have been older than 19. Whatever his age, Brandon had never seen him on Liberty Ave. before.
Brandon ran his hands through his blonde curls and approached the young boy.
"How's it going?" Brandon said.
"Oh, ummm not bad, just checking out the clubs…boy toy…meat hook…y'know." Responded the boy nervously.
"Meat Hook? So you're into leather?"
"Sure…"
"Where you headed?" Brandon asked
"No where special" said the boy
"I can change that…"