Chapter 1

"Grande decaf double chocolate chip frappucino for Rachel." Spot said in a bored voice.

"That's me!" A girl with blonde hair hopped up to the counter with a bounce and took the drink from his hand. "Thank you!" she said with a smile. Spot glared.

"Have fun with the diabetes." He murmured, and shuffled over to the cash register to take more orders. The girl called Rachel, with a confused expression on her face, turned away and walked out with a friend.

Spot stood at the register, opening and closing it several times, the obnoxious "dinging" noise sounding each time, before looking up and smiling blandly.

"Hey yeah, can I help you?" He said.

"Uh yeah." A young lady in a business suit stood before him, an annoyed expression on her face. "I've been waiting forever."

"Well…" Spot looked her up and down and a grin grew on his face. "I just might make you wait a little more if it means looking at you for a little more."

"Oh GOD!" Stomping her feet with each step, the business suit lady stormed out.

"I love you too!" Spot called, and he opened and closed the cash register over and over again.

Across the street, Race was sitting in front of the bar while David stood behind it.

"Opening hour soon." Race said, knocking back a shot of tequila. He swallowed and smacked his lips. "Ready for the rush?"

David sighed and ran a cloth over the top of the bar slowly.

"Yes." He said. "Waiter boy is ready."

"That's it." Race said with a laugh. "Waiter boy! That really helps with names, 'cause I'm always forgetting."

"Race you asshole." David threw the cloth in Race's face with an annoyed flick of his wrist and bent behind the counter to clean some glasses. Race just laughed and twirled the shot glass on the counter top.

"I'll never get you." David said from underneath the bar. "Open a gay bar for men and you're not even gay yourself? It's insane."

"No it's not." Race said. "It's fun."

Next door, Mush carefully added another weight to Blink's bench press.

"Good…" he said. "You've improved."

"Thanks." Blink said, sweat pouring down his temples.

Each person paused and all that could be heard were the soft grunts from Blink as he pushed the weights up.

"So, how's Sarah?" Mush asked.

"She's…well." Blink said. "Yeah."

"That's good."

Another pause. Mush bit his lip awkwardly as he watched Blink's strong arms push the weights up and down, up and down…

"Excuse me?"

Wrenched from his daydream, Mush spun around to see a lady in a business suit standing before him.

"Welcome to Crunch gym." Mush said, grinning. "Don't be a potato…hello!"

He looked her up and down.

"Um yes I was looking to inquire for a trainer."

"Why yes." Mush said, his eyes sparkling. "I'd be happy to train you. For what? Let's start now."

"For fuck's sake!" She yelled, and she stomped off to the registry desk, where a very nice lady sat. Mush laughed and turned back to Blink.

"You're so cruel." Blink said with a short laugh.

"Oh you know you like it." Mush joked. Maybe it was just from the exercising he had been doing, but it looked like Blink's face turned a light shade of red.

"Spot!"

Waving a pile of papers, Crutchy limped into the Starbucks, a grin across his face.

"Oh god." Spot rolled his eyes but smiled. He had always had a sensitive side for Crutchy. "Again?" he asked, handing a man his refill of coffee.

"I got a real nice one now." Crutchy said, coming over to the counter slowly and leaning against when he got there. "She's 21, blonde hair, business associate…very nice."

"Those business ladies really aren't for me…" Spot said with a smirk. "Believe me."

"Nah, she's real nice!" Crutchy said, nodding his head vigorously. "You just gotta meet her. I'll even do the service for you free, no charge. My boss won't mind. He knows you're cool."

"Crutchy…" Spot looked at him with a tired expression. "I know you just wanna help, but really, I like just…well…pimpin' it out. I like girls. I can't stick to one."

"You're killing me." Crutchy said. "You really are. This job is my life now. I'm hooking up people after hours practically. I can't stop!"

Spot let out a laugh and reach behind the counter for a cup. He turned around and began to fill it up with coffee.

"The other day…" Crutchy began. "I got a client. He was 40, not very good looking, bland as all hell. I put him with this 38 year old chick from North Dakota who wouldn't shut up, and bam. They swear they're gettin' married in a month."

"Damn." Spot said. "See, how do you stand that? I find that creepy." He turned and handed Crutchy the cup of coffee, who took it, thanking him and taking a small sip.

"I don't know." Crutchy said. "I like seeing people happy. Makes me happy."

Spot smiled.

"You're a great guy, Crutch. You really are."

The bar doors opened at seven. A flood of men were already waiting outside. As soon as Race opened the double steel doors, they made their way in groups of four to five. David stood to the side, ready to take orders and observe the gorgeous men, which was all he could do.

"Table five." Race said, coming by and shoving a tray into his hand. "They've been calling for a while."

David murmured a reply and, holding the tray under one arm, walked over to the table. He stopped in front of it and took out a pad of paper and a pen.

"Drinks?" he asked flatly.

"David?" The voice said.

David looked up and his heart sped up.

"Jack?" he whispered.

"Jack!" Race ran forward, a smile on his face, and clapped his hand on his back roughly. "How ya been, long time no see!"

"I've been good…" Jack said, replying to Race's question, but looking at David, standing in his waiter's tux and apron, his eyes a soft blue in the dim lighting and his lips soft and pink.

"I've been very good." Jack said.

David swallowed and bit his lip.