It wasn't fair. It just wasn't. Three. What are the odds? Three of his girlfriends died. Three in a row. He almost thought about calling his high school girlfriends to see if they were still breathing but he didn't want to risk it. What if there were more than three? Could he handle that? Can he handle this? Barely.

That's why he was drunk at a strip club sitting under a really nice ass. Wait. Maybe he should warn the girl dancing on him that he's cursed. He doesn't know her but he still doesn't want her to die.

Suddenly the body before him turned around and he was face-to-face with a bulge. It was a decent bulge, he briefly noted, and looked good wrapped in those little red shorts. But he was sure he paid for lap dance from a girl.

"Who?" he tried to ask, the alcohol affecting his thought.

"Call me Angel." the person above him replied.

"But I paid for-"

"I know, but you've been here after a breakup three times now and our policy says that for your third breakup lapdance we switch sexes."

"Why?"

"Maybe if girls aren't working for you, boys will. And maybe you need help realizing that."

He lifted his hands and held them over the Angel's thighs. "Maybe you're right." he looked the body up and down. "Who created that policy?"

"I did." Angel said grabbing the other's hands and bring them down so they touched his skin "I'm the owner. Don't you recognize me from my picture?" Angel leaned back and nodded to a painting hanging over the bar.

The picture was Angel naked. There were wings that stemmed from his back and wrapped around him covering the most important place. At the bottom were the words "Angel's Den of Iniquity" written in gold cursive. He looked down again, intent on commenting on the painting, but lost all words when he noticed Angel was still bent backwards over his lap.

"You are flexible." he let out, rubbing his thumbs over the flesh beneath him. Angel smirked and then pulled himself up and up until his chest was right in his customers face. He didn't miss the sharp intake of breath the other let out. Angel put his hands in the taller man's hair bringing his head even closer.

"I know." he said, not at all modest "And you have nice hair. Great for pulling."

"You can if you want. Pull it, I mean."

"Sorry kiddo." Angel said "Song's over and so is your dance." he got up and turned to leave.

"Sam!" he called out after him "My name is Sam."

Angel turned around just long enough to throw wink and pop a sucker into his mouth.

Sam got up and headed home. He had some things he needed to think about.

Sam woke to a note on his bedside table that simply read "you might be gay"

Sam scoffed. Despite what drunk Sam had thought the night before, sober Sam remembered everything. Might be gay? He's past that. As of last night Sam knows he's attracted to guys. How his body reacted to Angel was a pretty good indicator. The only question was whether or not he would do something about it. For now though, he really had to get to class.

He made it about halfway before he was attacked.

"I got you!" the body now attached to his back yelled.

"What the hell? Get off!" he hollered swinging around.

"Guess who~" the body screamed covering Sam's eyes.

"I don't know you!" he yelled.

Sam gave one final jerk throwing the body off. When he spun around to face his attacker he met the golden eyes of Angel.

"Sammy?" Angel asked "Whoops. I thought you were someone else."

"Really?" Sam deadpanned "I never would have guessed."

"Sarcasm. I like it." Angel held out his hand "Are you going to help me up or what?"

Sam pulled him up with ease, still a bit baffled.

"Thanks. Wow are you tall. I didn't notice when you were under me."

Sam's face felt hot. He needed to change the subject. "What are you doing here? Do you take classes?"

"Me? No, but I go to a book club here. They're meeting up early today."

"Book club?"

"Yep."

"But you're a stripper."

"Well that's offensive!" Angel threw a hand to his chest and staggered back a step "Just because I can dance you think I can't read?"

"No but I figured strippers make so much money they'd have better, more expensive, things to do."

Angel laughed "You would know! You've been paying my girls loads lately. So, I have to know, what's wrong with you? Can't be the looks. So why do they keep dumping you?"

"They didn't dump me!" Sam was offended "They just keep dying."

"Dying?" Sam nodded. "Kiddo are you okay?"

"Yeah. I didn't even like the last one that much."

"Well then why were you dating her?

Sam thought for a minute. Should he really tell him? It's personal. Then again, he did get a lap dance from this man last night. How much more personal could it get?

"She was kind of kinky." Sam said honestly "And I liked it."

Angel smiled and tossed a starburst into his mouth. "I think I like you." He held his hand out to Sam once more. "My name's Gabriel." he said.

"I think I like Angel better." Sam replied shaking his hand.

It was then his head began to hurt. It came so suddenly that it was almost as if Gabriel's touch had brought it on. But It wasn't Gabriel's doing. He knew this pain. He'd been having it more and more recently. He grabbed his head and braced himself.

"You okay?" Gabriel asked.

Sam didn't hear him. His head was being flooded by images of flashing lights, the Pepsi logo, and, was that Gabriel?

"M-migraine." Sam stuttered as control was returned to him. "I have to get to class." He rushed out, hurrying away and leaving Gabriel standing alone.