A/N: So here we go again. All praise goes to PhoenixFireBlack for this one. She kept asking me how it was coming until I was finally prompted to just write. I had no clue what to write, but once I just started doing it, the words just flowed. So this is all thanks to her, so y'all had better show her some R-E-S-P-E-C-T again, you get my drift? ;D

PAIRING: Freddy/Zack, more than's ever been in here before. Both of them are pretty drunk now, and both really like the other, so things are starting to get a bit more out of hand…

DISCLAIMER: I own no part of School of Rock. Still. I never will. Now that you've made me cry, leave me alone. I do not own Queen or their music, or Blondie or her music. I do not own the song "She Loves to Hear the Music" which is where I got the name for Lizz's store, and is a song from "The Boy From Oz.," which I also own no part of.

CLAIMER: I own the karaoke bar, the people there, except for Lizz. Lizz I only own half of, because she is based on Allison Jackson from here at , b/c she's incredibly cool and for some reason she likes my writing. I can't figure out why, b/c hers is five zillion times better, but hey, whatev. So since she's so cool and stuff, I made this character with her in mind…I mean, okay, Allison Jackson, I don't know what you're like at all, but I just set out to make a cool character and I was thinking of you, so Lizz is made in your honor, even if she's nothing like you. And that's why she's named "Lizz" b/c that's what you're listed as being named in your fics. So even if that's not your real name, and even if you're not at all like my Lizz, she's still made in your honor. So I hope you like her. crosses fingers

I own the mic and everything in the bar, and the awesome wardrobes of the crazy girls. I own the place they go next and Simon (who I only own half of as well, for he's based on my friend Matt (who we all call Simon….don't ask, it's a really loooooooooong story). I guess I own "Love to Hear the Music," but since it belongs to Lizz, I bequeath half of it to Allison Jackson. So yeah. That's it.

DEDICATION: Allison Jackson, who is just cool. PhoenixFireBlack, who is awesome and who inspired me to write this fic. Our own fanfic shall eventually be finished and shall one day rule ALL! And Meg…my lovely Meg, whom I love love LOVE! MWAH! ;D

PS I changed this all to bold so that the ficlet itself would stand out more. I plan on doing this from now on and leaving the things that were previously bold just in normal print, so it'll still stand out and the fic will be easier to read. Let me know if this works better for you, please!

"YEAH it's a karaoke bar!" Freddy sounded so gleeful; Zack felt like weeping.

"But…but…but…"

"But but but….what?" Freddy mocked. Zack wanted to glare but he was still far too stunned to do so.

"But…why…why are we at a karaoke bar?"

Freddy put on his most innocent smile, but he wasn't fooling Zack for an instant. "Zack, you know you have to sing to me on my birthday! It just wouldn't be a birthday without that!"

Before Freddy was even halfway through his sentence, Zack was shaking his head fervently back and forth, mouthing "no" over and over at the blonde. "No, no no!" he said loudly as soon as Freddy finished. "I don't sing, Freddy! I can't sing!"

"Awww, yeah you can."

"I can not! I am SO off-key!"

Freddy smiled affectionately. "Yeah, and it's so cute!" He reached out and ran his fingers through Zack's hair; Zack swatted Freddy's hand away. Undaunted, Freddy undid his seatbelt and slid across the car until he was practically in Zack's lap, putting his arms about his friend and cuddling close. "Awwww, come inside…please come inside? For me?" One finger traced teasingly over Zack's chest and Zack knew he was flushing bright red. Shutting his eyes, he took a long, deep breath. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to just turn and jump Freddy. He usually wanted to jump Freddy, but the alcohol was making him actually think seriously about doing it….and that wasn't good. He let the breath out slowly and opened his eyes, still refusing to look at Freddy.

"Fine," he said. "Fine."

Freddy's face lit up and he kissed Zack on the cheek, dangerously close to his mouth. Zack had to seriously resist the urge to turn his head at the last minute so that Freddy's kiss would land on his lips. Instead, he wiped off the kiss, pretending to be disgusted. "Je-SUS, Freddy! Do you have to slobber on me?!"

"Yes, yes I do."

"…why, may I ask?"

"…because you're just so damn cute?" And Freddy's fingers were tracing across Zack's chest again, only this time, they slid underneath the bottom of Zack's t-shirt, teasing across the skin just above Zack's waistband, dangerously close to…certain areas that he would rather not have Freddy touch at the moment…not when he was so obviously and blatantly aroused by Freddy's actions. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Zack shoved Freddy's hands away again.

"Sheesh, Freddy. C'mon…let's go."

Entering the bar was like entering a whole other universe. The people were so different and varied. The colors were crazy and bright and there was laughter and smoke and light shining in every color of the rainbow, creating dancing patterns on the smoky air. Zack felt highly uncomfortable as he fought his way through the crowds, being dragged along by Freddy.

There was a large group of girls in crazy outfits, with hair dyed every color of the rainbow and with fishnets and mini skirts and lots of leather on. They all looked up when Freddy and Zack approached holding hands (Freddy had grabbed Zack's hand and dragged him into the bar with much protestation on Zack's part) and, seeing the two boys and the hand holding, began giggling like a pack of hyenas. Zack glared and they all immediately huddled close together, whispering fervently to one another and sneaking peeks at the two boys. One girl gave the boys the obvious once-over and then, turning back to her friends, pretended to swoon, eliciting a fresh burst of giggles from all her friends.

Freddy, face lighting up, immediately dragged Zack right over to the table of girls, who looked about ready to die of happiness at their approach. He halted right next to the table, Zack nearly crashing into him, and grinned broadly at the girls.

"HI," he said enthusiastically, waving his free hand energetically. "I'm Freddy, and it's my birthday."

The girls all giggled, but the one who had faked the swoon stood up, smiling. "Is it really?" she asked, amusement in her voice. Freddy nodded, still grinning.

"Yup, it is…twenty-one today, so I'm out to drink New York dry."

A fresh burst of giggles; that laughter was really starting to get to Zack.

The girl took a drag of her cigarette and slowly breathed out a fine stream of smoke like black pearls. "Drink New York dry, huh?" she echoed. "Sounds like a plan…wanna join us?"

"Sure!"

"I'm Lizz," she said, tossing a lock of her long black hair over one shoulder. Freddy grinned, bouncing a bit up and down on his heels.

"I'm Freddy!"

"I know, you've said so already," Lizz said, her smile widening. Freddy looked surprised.

"…did I?"

Lizz nodded, trying hard not to smile. "Yup. And…" her eyes traced the whole length of Zack's body, spending a great deal of time on his toned chest and messy hair before allowing her eyes to slide down and lock on the place where his hand was still held tight in Freddy's own. "…this is?"

"Oh yeah," Freddy squeezed Zack's hand even tighter, swinging their joined hands back and forth. "This is Zack." He leaned closer to Lizz. "Zack's my boyfriend," he stage-whispered loudly.

"Is that so?" Lizz asked, as the other girls burst out laughing.

"No," Zack scowled, wrenching his hand out of Freddy's grasp as he tried hard not to blush, "that is not so!"

There was definitely more than one sigh of disappointment from the girls. Lizz's expression didn't change at all. "Ah," she said, taking another drag of her cigarette, "pity." And she breathed the smoke out where it danced along the thick air of the bar. Freddy traced patterns in the smoke with one finger and Lizz smiled. "Well if you're not his boyfriend, then what are you?" she asked.

"His guitarist," Zack said curtly. Lizz's eyes widened and she smiled.

"Guitarist, huh?" Her voice had grown sultry; she sat down, leaning back in her chair. "Oh, do tell me more." And she kicked out a free chair with one foot, sliding it towards Zack. Zack stared at the girl, who smiled back at him. Zack realized that this girl wasn't as ditzy or horny as she had been coming across. She was just a girl like Katie or Marta, out with some friends looking for a bit of fun. The smirk she gave him said everything. She knew that he and Freddy were nothing more than friends, but she also seemed to sense that he wanted more of Freddy…but was afraid to act on it. He liked this girl, suddenly, and, smiling back at her, he sank into the chair she had kicked to him.

"Yeah," he continued. "We're in a band together, sorta. I mean, we've been in a few bands together… I've known Freddy since elementary school."

"Really?" Lizz glanced at Freddy and then back to Zack. "….then why aren't you dating?"

Grinning, Freddy plopped down in Zack's lap, wrapping his arms about the brunette. "Because Zack doesn't love me," he said, sighing theatrically. Zack flicked Freddy's ear- hard. "OW!"

"Oh, you know you like it, you dirty little boy!" Zack teased.

"…huh?!"

Zack sighed, rolling his eyes at Lizz. "He's not too quick on the uptake, sometimes," he said, and she nodded sympathetically. "You're such a dork, Freddy."

Freddy pouted. "Why am I a dork?"

"Because you're oblivious."

"Why am I obli…obliv…oblivious?" Freddy finally managed to get the word out.

Zack tangled his fingers in Freddy's hair; the blonde smiled at him. Zack suddenly yanked hard, pulling Freddy's face close to his. "Because it's completely obvious that I'm just plain crazy about you!" he whispered.

Freddy's face broke into a surprised smile. "…really?" he asked.

Zack nodded. "Most definitely."

Freddy's smile turned into a full-fledged grin. "Wow," he said softly, one hand stroking unsteady fingers down Zack's cheek. Zack couldn't help but smile back, though he knew that all the girls were watching them intently and that his cheeks were flaming red. Freddy smiled and pulled away, sliding off of Zack's lap. "Be back."

"Where're you going?"

"Be back!" And Freddy vanished into the crowd, weaving in and out of the many tables. Zack sighed and turned back to Lizz, who smiled.

"He seems like a really great guy," she said.

"He…he is." Zack knew he was still flushed but he didn't care. He liked this girl, though he barely knew her. Within minutes, he had been introduced to the other girls (Mandy, Pam, Carissa, Elyse and Jill) and the group of them was talking like they had known each other for years. Zack didn't even realize that several minutes had passed until he heard a familiar voice coming over the speakers.

"Hello? Hellooooooo!" Tapping on the microphone and laughter from the audience. "OI!" More laughter. Zack turned his gaze to the stage and saw Freddy, standing dead center, clutching the mic like he held one every day of his life and wearing the biggest grin Zack had ever seen him with. "Hi! I'm Freddy!" Cheers from the audience. Freddy waved a bit, eliciting laughter. He switched the mic to his other hand. "Okay, here's the deal: I'm a drummer." A lot of cheers and catcalls from the women in the audience. "Oh, thank you!" He sounded flattered and took a slight bow; Zack shook his head, grinning. "So, yeah, I'm a drummer," more clapping, which he waved a hand to brush aside, "so I don't usually do this…plus it's my twenty-first birthday today, so I'm already rather drunk…" the crowd went wild and Freddy bowed yet again, grinning from ear to ear. "And that makes two strikes against me…so be patient with me, okay?" The crowd cheered and applauded loudly, already under Freddy's spell, already gone to that special quirk that Freddy had that always made people fall in love with him on the spot.

Freddy shifted the mic to his other hand again. "Okay…so I'd like to dedicate this song to a friend of mine…to my best friend, Zackary David Mooneyham!" He pointed out into the audience and Zack suddenly found himself under the bright light of a spotlight and the gaze of the entire audience. He flushed under all the attention and tried not to squirm in his seat. He stared fixedly up at Freddy, who smiled at him. "Zack…you're my best friend in the whole wide world. I don't know what I would do without you. You keep me sane…which is an impressive thing in itself…and you keep life interesting. So this one's for you."

The lights dimmed, only the spotlight on Freddy remaining. The music started, and Zack recognized it immediately. It was by Queen, one of Freddy's favorite bands. Freddy didn't look nervous in the least- he had always been completely unfazed in the face of massive amounts of attention. Running his free hand through his hair, he opened his mouth and began to sing. "Ooh you make me live…Whatever this world can give to me, it's you, you're all I see. Ooo you make me live now honey, Ooo you make me live."

Zack's jaw dropped in complete astonishment. He had never heard Freddy sing before- at least, not like this. The voice that came out of Freddy's mouth was throaty and pure as gold, the most gorgeous thing that Zack had ever heard. Not only was it faultless and beautiful, but it was loud and clear; Freddy was projecting strongly and sounded as though he had been practicing this song for a very long time. He felt completely stunned. He had never heard Freddy sing like this. Only that night he had heard Freddy belting Grease and the blonde had been completely off-key. It must all have been an act, he thought dazedly.

"Ooh you're the best friend that I ever had. I've been with you such a long time." Freddy walked across the stage towards Zack, smiling the slightest of sweet small smiles. "You're my sunshine, and I want you to know that my feelings are true: I really love you."

Zack felt as though his heart were melting into a big puddle right down to the floor. The girls around him were noticeably touched as well, if he could assume that by the chorus of "awww"s.

"Ooh I've been wandering round, but I still come back to you. In rain or shine you've stood by me, boy. I'm happy at home. You're my best friend." Freddy did a little spin, quite dramatically, and went down on one knee, doing his best sensational, passion-filled pose as he sang melodramatically to Zack. "Ooo you make me live…Whenever this world is cruel to me, I got you to help me forgive. Ooo you make me live now honey. Ooo you make me live." Freddy walked to the edge of the stage and sat down on it, legs dangling over the edge. He leaned forward towards Zack, singing into the mic as he stared deep into Zack's eyes. "You're the first one when things turn out bad. You know I'll never be lonely; you're my only one, and I love the things, I really love the things that you do. You're my best friend."

Freddy slid off the stage, walking towards Zack, who felt as though he would pass out any second. "I'm happy at home, you're my best friend. Oh you're my best friend. Ooo you make me live." Freddy slid slowly to one knee in front of Zack. The entire room was so silent that one could have heard a pin drop five miles away. Freddy stared deep into Zack's eyes and Zack, frozen, stared back, unable to breathe. "…You…you're my best friend." The music faded out. There was a moment's pause and then the room burst into a deafening applause. Grinning, Freddy rose to his feet and threw his arms around Zack. Movement restored at last, Zack squeezed Freddy as tightly as he could, struggling not to cry. Finally, he pushed Freddy away, holding him at arm's length.

"Why didn't you ever tell me you could sing?!?!" he demanded.

Freddy grinned. "I wanted to surprise you!" He looked at Zack somewhat anxiously. "Was it good?"

Zack stared at him. "Freddy…it was amazing! You have an incredible voice! Incredible! Seriously! I am not just saying that!"

Freddy's face broke into a grin again and he threw himself into Zack's arms once more, squeezing the brunette so tight that he nearly choked. Someone from the bar came to take the mic away, congratulating Freddy as he did, and then the two boys were alone with the girls again. Zack took his seat, and Freddy once more parked his ass in Zack's lap. This time, however, Zack didn't even bother objecting. Freddy was introduced to the rest of the girls and they fell to talking. Drinks were ordered…and then more…and more…until the group lost count of the number of beers they'd had. Freddy was steadily acting more and more drunk, and Zack himself was feeling pretty gone. The hand that was on Freddy's waist gradually started to take on a life of its own, the fingers tracing up and down Freddy's back, teasing along the bare skin. And he certainly didn't object when Freddy's fingers began to absentmindedly tangle through his long brown hair.

After an hour or so, Lizz slammed her beer to the table and said (somewhat drunkenly) "Freddy: I think that's it's time…time….time for you to go and sing again!"

"Oh, yes!" Carissa agreed. "Go sing something! You have such a gr-HIC!" She hiccupped right in the middle of the sentence. "…a great voice," she finished.

"Okay!" Freddy said brightly. He moved to slide off of Zack's lap, and Zack very slowly and reluctantly removed his hand from Freddy's waist. Freddy bounded off (somewhat unsteadily) through the crowd up to the man with the microphone. Moments later, he was up on the stage again, mic in hand.

"Hi there!" he said loudly, waving. "It's me again!" The crowd went wild. "Okay, so I've got another one to sing…by popular request, I'm going to be singing a song that's very fitting for me, seeing as how it's by BLONDIE! Yeah!" Everyone laughed at the drunken blonde, completely enamored with him. "So yeah, here goes."

The music started up, a song that sounded vaguely familiar to Zack, but one which his drunken brain just couldn't figure out. Freddy held the mic differently this time, and moved with a sultry strut.

"I love myself; I want you to love me. When I feel down; I want you above me. I search myself; I want you to find me. I forget myself; I want you to remind me."

Zack took a deep gulp of his beer; a very bad idea. Freddy started singing again. "I don't want anybody else. When I think about you I touch myself!" Completely shocked, Zack spit his entire mouthful of beer out, hitting a nearby customer who was too drunk to notice or care. Jaw on the floor, he stared up at Freddy, stunned. Freddy grinned down at him, and then tossed him a fluttering wink. Sliding off the stage, he walked over to Zack, whose heart was pounding a mile a minute. Moving behind Zack, he began running his fingers teasingly through Zack's long brown hair.

"You're the one who makes me come runnin'. You're the sun who makes me shine. When you're around I'm always laughin'…I want to make you mine." Moving in front of Zack, he sat in Zack's lap and leaned back, practically sprawled over Zack. "I close my eyes and see you before me…Think I would die if you were to ignore me. A fool could see just how much I adore you," he slid off Zack's lap slowly, bedroom eyes staring up at Zack, and knelt between Zack's legs, hands tracing patterns over Zack's knees. "I'd get down on my knees; I'd do anything for you."

Zack felt his face flushing bright red and he could feel all too clearly the other effects that the blonde's current position was causing. Having Freddy kneeling seductively in between his legs was just far too much for him to handle. He mentally cursed himself for being so drunk and horny and surrounded by people when all he wanted to do was shove Freddy up against a wall and do things to him that Zack knew wouldn't go over well at the karaoke bar. Then, suddenly, Freddy was on his feet again, and moving forwards, he sat himself in Zack's lap, straddling the brunette's waist. His arms went round Zack's neck, playing with the long brown hair, and his hips rubbed against Zack's own. Zack stifled a moan, desperate to avoid attention.

"I don't want anybody else. When I think about you I touch myself, ohh I don't want anybody else, oh no, oh no, oh no. I touch myself. I touch myself."

The song finally ended after what seemed like an eternity…ended with Freddy still straddling Zack, their bodies pressed so closely together that Zack thought they would have to be peeled apart. The applause was deafening, but to Zack it sounded hollow, as though heard like the ocean in a seashell. Freddy leaned forward, resting his forehead against Zack's and grinning. "You like my little song?" he asked breathlessly.

Zack found it incredibly hard to breathe and didn't know just how to answer. "I…"

Freddy ground his hips against Zack's, impatient as always. Zack gasped. "Freddy!'

"You didn't answer," Freddy whispered, fingers teasing over Zack's skin. "I want an answer, Zack."

"Freddy…Freddy, not here," Zack whispered. But Freddy only rubbed his hips against Zack's again, harder now, and this time, Zack couldn't bite back the moan that escaped. "Mmmm, Freddy…." he moaned. He struggled to steady his breathing. "Freddy…"

"Mmm?" Freddy's fingers slid under Zack's shirt, teasing over the soft skin of his stomach. Zack wanted nothing more than to just let Freddy go to work, but knew in his heart that it was just the alcohol. He knew that Freddy didn't really think of him as anything but a friend. He reluctantly but firmly removed Freddy's fingers from underneath his shirt. Pulling back, Freddy stared at Zack, confusion written in his heat-filled eyes. "Why'd you stop me?" he whispered.

Zack shook his head, unable to come up with words. "Not here, Freddy," he repeated. "And not now. Just…no." He swatted Freddy's backside. "Up," he said.

Still looking confused, Freddy slid off Zack's lap. Zack rose to his feet. "We'd better get going," he said to the girls. "Can I get some email addresses or screen names or something?"

"Sure." Lizz pulled a small card and a pen out of her purse and briefly scribbled on it. "Here," she said, handing the card over with a smile. "You can reach me there, and I'll give you the rest of the girls' emails."

Zack glanced down at the card. To his surprise, it was a business card. "Love to Hear the Music?" he read aloud, glancing up at Lizz, who nodded.

"Yup. That's my store. It's a music store," she said. "Instruments, cds, music books…anything to do with music, you name it, we've got it."

"Wow," he said, impressed. "We'll have to stop by sometime," he continued, indicating he and Freddy. She smiled.

"I'd like that."

There was a pause, then Zack nodded. "Well…it was really nice to meet all of you. So…we'll be in touch. G'night." Taking the mic from Freddy's hand, he deposited it on the table.

"Good night!" the girls chorused, waving goodbye as Zack grabbed Freddy's collar and dragged the blonde out the door with him.

Once outside, Zack took deep breaths of the cool night air, trying to steady his breathing and calm his thoughts. Freddy's arms snaked around his waist. "You shouldn't of stopped me, Zack."

"Stop it, Freddy." He pushed Freddy's hands away, but, stubborn as ever, Freddy put them right back where they were.

"Oooh, why are you so mean to me, Zack? I'm just trying to be friendly…" and his teasing fingers moved lower, tracing lightly over Zack's groin. Zack's breath caught in his throat and he froze right where he was standing. Pleased, Freddy continued what he was doing, one hand moving to undo Zack's pants and slip inside, moving to fondle Zack. This jolted Zack back to his senses. He immediately shoved Freddy away again, taking a deep, gasping breath.

"Don't do that, Freddy!" he snapped. There was a long, silent pause.

"I don't understand, Zack," Freddy stated. Zack turned around to face his friend and felt his heart ache at what he saw. Freddy stood very still, staring at Zack with confusion in his eyes and a hurt look that Zack hated seeing Freddy wear. He never wanted to see Freddy hurt. He sighed.

"I'm sorry, Freddy," he said. "I'm sorry. I just…I'm sorry," he finished lamely. Freddy forced a small smile.

"It's okay," he said, "I guess. I mean, I don't really know what's going on…I don't know why you're apologizing…so I don't really know what I'm forgiving you for, either. But that's okay, too. I could forgive you just about anything."

Zack felt himself flush at the raw honesty in Freddy's words. "C'mon," he said softly. "Let's get going to wherever this next destination of yours is."

That brought the grin back to Freddy's face. "Okay!" Running forwards, he dove at Zack, hugging his friend briefly before running to the car. He yanked hard on the door handle, expecting it to be unlocked (which it wasn't). When it didn't open for him, he lost his balance (having tugged way too hard on the handle) and fell on his butt. Zack sighed, shaking his head, and unlocked the car. Both boys climbed into the car and shut the doors, Freddy slamming his because he was too drunk to realize how hard he was pulling on it. Zack went to start the car and realized that his pants were still undone.

"Here, let me get that for you." And before Zack could object, Freddy was inches from him, fingers slowly and gently zipping up Zack's pants. Zack took a deep, shaky breath as Freddy's fingers traced ever so gently over his groin. He looked at Freddy, but the blonde didn't notice the attention. Freddy's gaze was fixed intently on Zack's pants as his trembling fingers slid the button back through its loop; Zack was surprised to see that Freddy's face was flushed.

Freddy's fingers lingered on the waistband of Zack's pants a bit longer than they should have, but he finally let go. Slowly, he lifted his eyes to Zack's face, lips parted ever so slightly as he stared at Zack, cheeks flushed pink. Zack stared back, completely at a loss for something to say, feeling his breathing become more and more shaky. Freddy leaned forwards as though to kiss him and Zack stopped the blonde with a hand to his lips. "No, Freddy," he said. "Not now. We have to get going."

Freddy sighed, but slid obediently over to his own seat and for once fastened his seatbelt without complaint or argument. "Okay," he said. "Go right."

Zack started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, complying with Freddy's directions. About a half an hour later, Freddy gave him the order to pull into the parking lot on his left. He pulled into the first empty space he saw and stared in dull amazement at the sign. "Freddy," he said. "Why are we at a strip club?"

Freddy grinned. "Because strip clubs are fun!" he exclaimed, sounding overly cheerful. Like Steve on Blue's Clues cheerful. He unfastened his seatbelt and slid across the seat, unfastening Zack's seatbelt and opening the driver's side door. "Come on! Out out out!" He shoved at Zack, pushing him out of the car and sliding out after him. Sighing, Zack leaned in and grabbed the keys. Locking the car, he followed Freddy towards the entrance. Well this isn't so bad…I mean, what can really go wrong at a strip club?

A little warning bell went off in his head. Famous last words, he thought ruefully. Freddy was holding the door open for him; he stepped inside and blinked in the bright lights. After a few moments, his eyes adjusted to the light and he saw what seemed like hundreds of faces staring in his direction. He blinked; there was something about the faces that struck him as odd, but he couldn't quite figure it out. Then, it hit him: they were all women! On the stage at the front of the room, a man in an Indian costume was exuberantly shaking his money maker and taking off the scant bit of clothing he had on.

"Freddy," he said slowly. The women were all smiling enthusiastically at the two boys. "Freddy."

"Yeah?"

"What…are we doing…at a male strip club."

Before Freddy could answer, a tall, slim, well-dressed man with a clipboard walked up to them. His hair was impeccable, his gray slacks neatly pressed. "Welcome to Amateur Night at Simon's Cabaret," he said enthusiastically and with every vocal gay stereotype that Zack had ever heard of. "Will you both be dancing tonight?"

tbc