Kevin Levin had long awaited the day where he could punish Michael Morningstar for his evil deeds. When he finally located Mike at another abandoned warehouse, he entered quickly with no company. He wanted to do this himself.
When he burst open the front door, all that he found was a winding set of stairs. He ascended them slowly, not sure of what he would find at the top. What he finally located was an isolated room, and inside was a large leather chair, facing the opposite direction.
"Who's there?" he asked, absorbing the concrete floor.
The chair turned around slowly to reveal a tall, blond, and incredibly drop-dead-gorgeous. His eyebrows were raised inquisitively, his hands folded before him, and his legs crossed.
"Hello Kevin."
"Morningstar! I'm gonna kill- why are your legs crossed? Are you gay?"
"No!" cried Mike defensively, lifting up his pant leg. "Care for tea?"
"Course not! I'm gonna kick your butt!"
"Shh, shhh," said Mike, rolling the chair forward and stroking Kevin's arm. Mike clapped twice and candles suddenly flickered on, a disco ball descending slowly from the ceiling. Tell Me Something Good started playing.
"I want..." muttered Mike, "I want... want... YOUR ENERGY! HA! I TRICKED YOU!"
"You didn't trick me," Kevin argued. "I don't even like you."
Mike was hurt. "What's not to like? I mean, I'm not gay, but I'm beautiful!"
Kevin was confused.
All of Michael's enthusiasm was lost. "You know what?" he muttered, drawing his face into his palm. "Just... go. Just go."
"Dude, if you want to talk about it..."
"Did you hear me? Leave my presence, commoner!"
"I think I've just been denied," said Kevin in surprise. He left.
...THE NEXT DAY...
Ben was lost.
JT and Cash were chasing him with a feather boa and a pair of scissors, threatening to help him embrace his inner feminine side. Ben found a suitable place to hide- an old brick warehouse, hidden off of the side of the road.
He entered to hide, and ran upstairs, just for good measure.
He saw a bright light shining out of a nearby room, and entered out of curiosity. There was a disco ball hanging from the ceiling, shining a light throughout the room. Relaxing jazz music came from the hidden speakers.
Mike Morningstar appeared from the center of the room, sitting in a chair.
"I welcome you, Kev- wait, you're not Kevin! It's just Tennyson. I'll just go put on something less revealing, then."
Ben was scarred forever.
THE END
