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Who: Derrick and Lee
When: Late afternoon
What: Lee's looking for a job...
Rating: PG
Derrick leans on the bar, rubbing the toe of his boot against the plastic guard under the counter where the cabinets meet the floor. He's looking over the liquor invoice as he holds his pen like a cigarette and chews on the cap. Looking up at the clock, he wonders if he has time to just leave this for someone else to do later.
Lee stops in front of the bar and looks up at the sign, watching as it swings slowly in the breeze. The Dragon's Lair, he mutters to himself. Probably supposed to give the tourists the thrill of danger. He knows from experience that most of the bars in the quarter are always looking for help so he pushes open the door and slips inside, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.
Derrick looks over at the front door when he catches a glimpse of movement from the corner of his eye, hopeful that maybe it's Alyx coming in early so he can pass off the invoice to her.
"Shit," he murmurs under his breath when he sees that it is not his manager who is walking toward him.
"I haven't even said anything yet and you're cussing at me?" Lee laughs as he reaches the counter. He takes a long look at the surly man and decides this is definitely the type of bar he wants to work in. The scenery alone would be worth it.
"Who are you?" asks Derrick, tossing the pen onto the bar as he straightens up.
"Just looking for a job," Lee says, finding he has to look up slightly to meet the other man's eyes. "Not here to rob you or anything," he jokes. "Name's Lee," he adds, extending his hand.
Derrick looks down at the hand held out to him then back up at the young man's face, but doesn't reach out to accept the handshake offered. His eyes narrow as he looks closer at the young man. "How old are you?" he asks gruffly.
Lee's empty hand drops. He hates when they start right out with that question. "I've tended bar before," he offers seeing if he can soften the other man's scowl. His words have no effect, and he sighs. "I'm not exactly 21, but I'm a hard and dependable worker."
"And apparently hard of hearing because I asked you..." Derrick pauses as he gives the boy a sarcastic glare. "How. Old. Are. You?"
"I have a lot of talents." Lee says suggestively. "If you get my drift..."
Surprised by the boy's response, Derrick arches an eyebrow, looking at the door then back at the young man again. "Yeah. I'll just bet you do," he says quietly.
"I'm very discrete." Lee leans closer, lowering his voice. "I think we can work out an arrangement that is mutually beneficial.
Bending over the bar, Derrick's face is only inches away from Lee's. "And just what exactly did you have in mind?"
"You give me a job, I suck your dick," Lee grins, not backing off an inch.
Derrick stares into the hazel eyes looking back at him as his lips slowly curve into an amused smile. "Get the fuck outta here," he says, shaking his head and jerking his thumb toward the door.
"You don't know what you're missing," Lee says, shaking his head in mock regret, slowly backing away from the bar.
"Yeah, right. Who put you up to this? Probably that fuckin' asshole Devereaux. He'd just love to get me on a minor's violation. Stupid prick. Well you can just tell him to come suck my cock. How about that?" snarls Derrick as he grabs his crotch then gives Lee the finger.
"Fuck you," Lee retorts, walking out of the bar. Waste of fucking time, he mutters, wondering why all the hot guys in this town turned out to be assholes.
Derrick watches the boy until he disappears through the door, the slow sway of the narrow hips making him wonder if another run in with the cops might not have been worth it after all.
When: Late afternoon
What: Lee's looking for a job...
Rating: PG
Derrick leans on the bar, rubbing the toe of his boot against the plastic guard under the counter where the cabinets meet the floor. He's looking over the liquor invoice as he holds his pen like a cigarette and chews on the cap. Looking up at the clock, he wonders if he has time to just leave this for someone else to do later.
Lee stops in front of the bar and looks up at the sign, watching as it swings slowly in the breeze. The Dragon's Lair, he mutters to himself. Probably supposed to give the tourists the thrill of danger. He knows from experience that most of the bars in the quarter are always looking for help so he pushes open the door and slips inside, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.
Derrick looks over at the front door when he catches a glimpse of movement from the corner of his eye, hopeful that maybe it's Alyx coming in early so he can pass off the invoice to her.
"Shit," he murmurs under his breath when he sees that it is not his manager who is walking toward him.
"I haven't even said anything yet and you're cussing at me?" Lee laughs as he reaches the counter. He takes a long look at the surly man and decides this is definitely the type of bar he wants to work in. The scenery alone would be worth it.
"Who are you?" asks Derrick, tossing the pen onto the bar as he straightens up.
"Just looking for a job," Lee says, finding he has to look up slightly to meet the other man's eyes. "Not here to rob you or anything," he jokes. "Name's Lee," he adds, extending his hand.
Derrick looks down at the hand held out to him then back up at the young man's face, but doesn't reach out to accept the handshake offered. His eyes narrow as he looks closer at the young man. "How old are you?" he asks gruffly.
Lee's empty hand drops. He hates when they start right out with that question. "I've tended bar before," he offers seeing if he can soften the other man's scowl. His words have no effect, and he sighs. "I'm not exactly 21, but I'm a hard and dependable worker."
"And apparently hard of hearing because I asked you..." Derrick pauses as he gives the boy a sarcastic glare. "How. Old. Are. You?"
"I have a lot of talents." Lee says suggestively. "If you get my drift..."
Surprised by the boy's response, Derrick arches an eyebrow, looking at the door then back at the young man again. "Yeah. I'll just bet you do," he says quietly.
"I'm very discrete." Lee leans closer, lowering his voice. "I think we can work out an arrangement that is mutually beneficial.
Bending over the bar, Derrick's face is only inches away from Lee's. "And just what exactly did you have in mind?"
"You give me a job, I suck your dick," Lee grins, not backing off an inch.
Derrick stares into the hazel eyes looking back at him as his lips slowly curve into an amused smile. "Get the fuck outta here," he says, shaking his head and jerking his thumb toward the door.
"You don't know what you're missing," Lee says, shaking his head in mock regret, slowly backing away from the bar.
"Yeah, right. Who put you up to this? Probably that fuckin' asshole Devereaux. He'd just love to get me on a minor's violation. Stupid prick. Well you can just tell him to come suck my cock. How about that?" snarls Derrick as he grabs his crotch then gives Lee the finger.
"Fuck you," Lee retorts, walking out of the bar. Waste of fucking time, he mutters, wondering why all the hot guys in this town turned out to be assholes.
Derrick watches the boy until he disappears through the door, the slow sway of the narrow hips making him wonder if another run in with the cops might not have been worth it after all.