Adrian Brendan Scott awoke to the sun shining through his window. The sunlight creeped in as the sound of ominous music coming down the hall. Adrian groaned as he checked the clock on the wall: 9:30am. Adrian shoved the comforter off of his body and padded to the room in nothing but boxer-briefs where no doubt his roommate was making a ruckus. He peeked in the room, seeing his best friend and roommate playing a video game, recording herself and utterly making a fool of herself with overexagerated screams and laughter.

"Jamie, will you please shut that off?" He yelled above the game, getting her attention. She paused the game, staring at him, which turned into a big grin.

"Good morning sunshine." She said pausing the game and getting up from her chair. She dragged him over to her big fancy recording station and made him smile into the fancy webcam.

"Heya guys! I want you to meet my best friend Adrian! Woke him up this morning oops! Say hi Adrian!" She cheered.

"Uh, hi guys, wait are you live? I'm naked! That's not funny!" Adrian jerked out of the camera view followed by Jamie's laughter.

"Say hi to Twitch!" Jamie yelled, earning more people in the chat.

"Remember guys if you want to support me and Adrian, subscribe, donate, and watch me on Twitch and support Adrian on his channel, Modern Food with Adrian on Youtube!" Jamie laughed. "Now let's get back to Outlast! Thank you JimmyBob127 for donating!" Adrian walked out the room as Jamie continued to play the scary video game.

He just shook his head and headed to the bathroom. He turned on the water and waited for it to warm while he took out a towel and washcloth. He stepped into the shower where hot pellets berated his skin. He sighed under the touch and let the water run through his brown hair. He stood there without moving for a bit, letting the water run off his head and trickle down his nose and chin. He reached for the cloth, soaping the fabric with Axe Anarchy shower gel. He rubbed the cloth against his smooth skin, cleaning every surface of his body. He poured shampoo in his hand and palmed his scalp, cursing when the shampoo ran into his eyes. He quickly rinsed the suddenly hated product out of his hair, shaved his underarms and legs for work, and stepped out, wrapping himself in a soft towel. He proceeded to brush his pearly whites and dry his hair, delicately grooming his hair to styled perfection as a simple short style with just a dab of hair gel to keep his hair up.

By the time he got out and padded back towards his room, Jamie had already stopped her livestream and was talking on the phone, chatting away. Adrian closed his room door behind him and got dressed in basketball shorts and an Under Armour compression sleeveless tee. He brought out a small duffle bag and filled it with cargos and a red plaid button down, along with Tommy Hilfiger sandals.

He stepped out his room and found Jamie waiting for him.

"Took you long enough, now how about breakfast?" She smiled. Jamie was his best friend, but the girl had no concept of personal space or boundaries. Always wearing a cheesy grin and an always optimistic attitude. And the best thing was she never judged. She would set him straight when he went astray, but she was always so constructive. Maybe she got on his nerves every now and then, but he couldn't wish for a better friend or roommate.

(A/N: Jamie looks like Elysandra Quinones and Adrian looks like Ryan McPartlin)

Adrian tried to hide his smile, but couldn't. "I wasn't planning on cooking, but if you help this time, I'll be able to do it. I had stuff planned." Adrian commented, his slight southern accent accentuating every other word.

"What were you planning on doing?"

"Uh, going to the gym until time for work. Boss said if I want to make the extra cash on the stage, I gotta lose the love handles." Adrian commented, and Jamie looked at him skeptically. If there was one thing Adrian didn't have, it was love handles.

"So just bartending tonight?"

"Yeah I think so, unless Dave says I can go up for an act or two."

"Well then, I might stop by for a drink or two."

Adrian tossed his duffle bag on the couch in the living room that they shared. The condo they shared was simple enough, and spacious for two, with three bedrooms and one full bathroom, a living room, dining room, full kitchen, and a balcony overlooking the Myrtle Beach waterfront. With the money Adrian pulled for doing two jobs at the Male Strip Club on Kings Highway, and the money Jamie racked in from Youtube and Twitch, they were able to afford the condo they lived in together.

Adrian went over to the refrigerator, taking out thick cut bacon, baby spinach, feta, goat and cream cheese, some fresh herbs, along pith a container of puff pastry.

When his head reappeared out the fridge, Jamie was there recording him with a camcorder. Adrian hadn't even heard her set up the tripod. She stepped into view of the camera and greeted soon- to- be viewers.

"Hello eager chefs! Welcome to another episode of Modern Food with Adrian! Filmed by ME, JamieJellyBeans! So, Adrian, tell us what your cooking today!"

And so that's how Jamie got Adrian to film another decadent episode of Modern Food with Adrian. Honestly the whole Youtube thing was all her, he didn't think recording videos were his forte, but apparently having a pretty face helped a lot.

"Hi everyone, today I'm deciding to make Breakfast Spinach Puff Pastries, a savory breakfast fingerfood that's packed with iron, protein, calcium, and carbs. Great for a little boost in the morning, while being absolutely delicious..."

After an hour of prepping, cooking, and explaining how to cook with commentary and comedic relief from Jamie, breakfast was done and Jamie finally shut off the damned camera. They ate in mutual silence, the tray of spinach puffs slowly disappearing. Adrian put up the dishes and washed them, putting them on a rack to dry. He grabbed his duffel bag and waved goodbye to Jamie until he saw her hopefully later that night.


Adrian tended to his inebriated patron at the bar he manned alone tonight. It was hectic, being the only one, but since the last guy was fired from drinking the supply, Adrian, known more by his club/ stripper name "Adonis" was the only one efficently able to bartend sober and keep up with the flirtatious customers. Tonight, he was getting tips left and right from both male and female patrons due to his expertise in making drinks and the flairs and trick he did to keep them entertained when there was a dancer on the stage. Adrian was in costume, something required for all the employees working at Adam's Apple Adult Entertainment and Bar. He wore too tight black leather jeans that showed his assets a bit too vividly, a leather sleeveless vest that revealed babyoiled tan rippled muscles and a fedora rested on his head.

He watched as his boss, Dave, recited the rules of the club for the second half of the night. Of course it was the obvious, don't touch the strippers, unless they gave permission,meaning they physically placed your hands upon their body. Otherwise no touchie. Dave demonstrated, touching all over his chest, groin and buttocks, waving his index finger.

Adrian served the house favorites as well as any other drink under the sun to patrons at the bar. Jamie stayed true to her word and came by to see Adrian. Sure he was bartending, but he always made time for Jamie.

"Hey 'Adonis' quit flirting and make me one of your fabulous drinks." He smiled as he saw Jessie's cheesy soft smile. Jamie sat a few seats down, from where he was chatting up a drunk guy in hopes for a bigger tip. He went over to Jamie smiling.

"And what can I do for you young lady?" He played, using his sexy bartender voice that had no affect on her. She laughed, and he set off making her favorite drink, the Adios Motherfucker. He served it up to her, and they talked for a while whilst he served others. He promised to pay her tab out of kindness to his friend and they had a good time, keeping Adrian from being lonely and keeping his spirits up. However, after three drinks he stopped serving her, knowing how her tolerance was low. He called up a cab and made her go home. He had enjoyed it while it lasted, but now the fourths of the night was gone, bachelorettes were going to pursue some other source of fun other than his bar tricks and went to the front for a closer view of Donatello's ass, and drunk horny men filled their seats. Some flirted with Adrian and he flirted back suggestively but had no intent behind it other than to make the guys feel good enough to leave a larger tip. He had realized that the more you flirted, the bigger the tip you got...

The night was over and the club was closing. He was cleaning the bar, setting up everything for tomorrow if need be. He was wiping the counter with a rag when he noticed at the very end of the bar a man with a hood on, still sipping on the double whiskey he had served him an hour ago. He walked over, and began to speak to him as he would any patron who stayed in the club too late.

"Sir, I'm sorry to intrude, but the club's closed. I'm gonna have to ask you to finish up and leave. I can call a cab if your inebriated but you don't seem like it.

"I'm fine." He answered darkly. He glanced up at Adrian but said nothing as he still twirled the glass in his hand.

"You see sir, I'm trying to be nice. I don't want Butch throwing you out. The bouncer tends to be rough on late stayers, so... just finish up, pay your tab in the next fifteen minutes or so, before he makes his rounds 'kay? Tab's sixteen even." Adrian gave a friendly smile even under the glare of the guy.

Eventually, the guy payed up and left, leaving the club. Adrian took the glass and cleaned it, and finished up. He went into the back, retreiving his duffle bag and changed into his shorts and shirt, slipping on his sandals. He counted his well earned tips and smiled. He had quite a few hundred earned that night. He hadn't thought he would have gotten that much but between the ones and fives that were a fluffy stack on its own, it was the tens, twenties, and a precious fifty dollar bills that put him on cloud nine.

He talked with a few of the dancers, making plans with Dominic "Dingo" Huarez and Taub "Tiger" Smith to go surfing in two days time. He said by to Butch who gave him a wave before heading out the backdoor of the club. He shifted his duffle bag on his shoulder and walked on the side walk, the salty sea breeze caressing his face. He didn't live too far from the club, a few miles down the strip and a couple blocks around the corner. He made it half way when he noticed he was being followed. It was the guy from the bar, and for somereason the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Adrian looked forward, trying to blend in with the night owls on the strip, nervous and palms sweaty. Why was the guy there? He had left the bar nearly two hours ago, and still he had just happened to find him and pursue him relentlessly from just a few meters away? The guy had apparently been waiting for him to come out but why?

Adrian walked on, trying not to think about the man in black as he turned down a short dark alley to make it to home faster, and hopefully lose the guy just in case.

Adrian's eyes flashed wide with fear as a choke hold was placed around his neck, a soaked white cloth placed upon his mouth and nose by a black gloved hand.

Adrian caught a glimpse of the man's face, definitely same man as before, as he fought muffled screams permeating through the cloth for no ears to hear, breathing hard as he felt dizzier with every punch and hard jab with his elbow and every slam to the brick wall, weaker as he barely had any strength to stand, let alone break free. His eyes shut finally as his body went into a slump, unconscious from the world.