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Who: The guys OTA
What: Third mix in SF
When: Saturday May 17th 3 AM
Where: Local outdoor arena
It had been a good evening. This was one of the better hookups they had gotten over the internet, and Freddie was glad for it. He was watching the fire throwers do their thing in the corner as Landon hit a new beat. It was going smoothly. This time there were no moron cops pushing them around, but there hadn't been an Allison either. He glanced over at Spike who was busy whispering into the ear of some random chick on the corner of the dance floor. He was probably talking her into a bathroom stall. The two males had discussed Allison earlier that evening over a cigarette. It had reminded Spike of another time, another place, and a different woman in the same situation. Freddie couldn't have agreed more, but there was very little he could do about it. He didn't know how he was feeling, let alone what the fuck was going on. This whole trip had been messed up, and it wasn't getting any better. Except for the crowd tonight, that was. The people in this area had been amazing, and their friendly attitude was so welcoming he was looking for a more stable contract with this location. With any luck at all, they could get a spot and stay with a more soid contact in the area that could keep them coming back. They needed it.
What: Third mix in SF
When: Saturday May 17th 3 AM
Where: Local outdoor arena
It had been a good evening. This was one of the better hookups they had gotten over the internet, and Freddie was glad for it. He was watching the fire throwers do their thing in the corner as Landon hit a new beat. It was going smoothly. This time there were no moron cops pushing them around, but there hadn't been an Allison either. He glanced over at Spike who was busy whispering into the ear of some random chick on the corner of the dance floor. He was probably talking her into a bathroom stall. The two males had discussed Allison earlier that evening over a cigarette. It had reminded Spike of another time, another place, and a different woman in the same situation. Freddie couldn't have agreed more, but there was very little he could do about it. He didn't know how he was feeling, let alone what the fuck was going on. This whole trip had been messed up, and it wasn't getting any better. Except for the crowd tonight, that was. The people in this area had been amazing, and their friendly attitude was so welcoming he was looking for a more stable contract with this location. With any luck at all, they could get a spot and stay with a more soid contact in the area that could keep them coming back. They needed it.