The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Lloyd and anyone else who wants to attend.
Where: The newly opening drag bar / gay club outside of Boston
When: Saturday night, 8:00pm doors til 2am licenced bar!
What: Flamingo's Opening Night!
Rating: R for language, right now.


The club was done. The main stage area lay in wait to house the opening night's acts all of which were waiting backstage putting the final touches to make up hair and whatever else they had going for themselves whilst the bar area at the back and to the side glowed like it was made from an alien's scrapyard. Lloyd had taken a few moments to stand on stage before the doors opened at eight, just to soak it in; it really was his creation. It was done. It was flawless. Now he had to stand up and welcome people in half an hour. Shit.

( Only Garret would know a little of what to expect - and even then there was a LOT of room for him to be surprised. )

[OOC note: The show would go on after Lloyd's act to have a few choice acts, not ALL drag, followed by Lloyd introducing Will, then a few more then a finale. If you wanna post reactions / threads / interactions / you can do whatever below in the usual social thread pattern. All are welcome backstage after Lloyd's opening number! Now play, damnit!!!]

Who: Alex and Lloyd
When: Friday Night
Where: Lloyd's Club
What: A proper christening
Rated: XXX

Alex had been distracted all day long after the conversation with Lloyd. Of course he had been distracted before that too, thinking about what had happened the night before. He was glad that Lloyd had decided to talk to him though. He felt better getting that out into the open not to mention he was looking forward to their plans for this evening.

Alex arrived at the club at precisely 8, passing a few of the employees on the way out who thanked him for an early night off. He smiled a little, a slight blush forming in his cheeks, and gave them all a nod in return. By the time he made it out onto the main floor, the club was empty, save one man that he was sure was still in the place, though he didn't see him about just yet. He was certain he'd be out in just a moment.

In the meantime, he made himself at home, finding his way over to the bar to pour himself a drink, Jameson's on ice. He would need a few more where that came from if he was going to do what he'd come here with the intention of doing. Or at least for part of it...

Who: Rorie and Lloyd
Where: In the halls / progress elsewhere.
When: Monday afternoon, just after the last class.
What: Garret's ex meets Garret's current.
Rating: Probably PG

Lloyd had had a limited and boring day. Paperwork, making appointments, updating files, catching up on everything he'd not been allowed to do in the inspection. Sure he'd had a few days to do this but he hadn't felt the need to at the time and had focused more on the development of his club than turning patient records back to their original state. Now he was lamenting his lack of organisation. His mother had always said that a clean office was the sign of a broken mind. He didn't really see the reason, there, as he was all over the place mentally and his office was still a tip.

Finally the time came for him to leave. He had everything he needed in his bag, tucked away to go over when he got back home. That was if Alex hadn't planned to come over and order food and generally be lovely with him. With his keys in the lock, Lloyd made to turn them when something made him glance down the hallway. Amongst the gentle stream of traffic in the hallway, a student in glasses caught his eye not for being pretty but for being Finn's brother. And more importantly, Garret's current boyfriend.

Lloyd and Rorie had not yet met face to face. Their exchange over the phone had been poor at best. But always polite, Lloyd offered him a small smile as he turned the key, thankful for an excuse to leave if Rorie should decide to ignore him completely.

Who: Alex and Lloyd
When: Evening
Where: Lloyd's office
What: Alex has more bad news.
Rated: TBD

Upset was too simple a word to describe the way that Alex felt right now. He was... devastated. And while the man was generally good at hiding his emotions, he couldn't do it this time, not right now, and he looked like he was on the breaking point as he made his way through the halls of the school to Lloyd's office.

He didn't knock. Hopefully the other man wasn't busy. Upon entering, he had the vague thought that it was good that he didn't have a patient with him, but right now, he wasn't particularly concerned with inconveniencing anyone.He needed Lloyd right now. Maybe he'd have some... idea of what could be done, though at this point, he didn't think there was much of anything he could do.

"She's being deported." The words came from his lips before Lloyd would even have time to ask what was going on, and he immediately began to pace. "She called and there was something wrong with her papers, I really don't know the whole story, but her citizenship was apparently temporary and it's run out now and they're sending her back to Kiev!"

Who: Lloyd and Garret
Where: Lloyd's place.
When: Evening of 17th
What: Garret has been in a scuffle, Lloyd is worrying like fuck. Scene commence for ex lovers and... GO.

Lloyd had butterflies, knots and aches and pains all twisting in his stomach as soon as he put the phone down. This would be the first time he'd seen Garret since... well he couldn't remember the last time. So much had happened since then. They'd both found boyfriends, Garret's father had died, Lloyd was building up his club, both had moved on - and yet here he was, rushing to let him in, still feeling the same old way about an ex boyfriend he had sworn to himself he'd hate forever the moment they said goodbye.

Though he got to the door seconds after the knock Lloyd took a moment. Garret was already expecting him to cry or throw his arms around him but Lloyd didn't want to particularly do that. Garret might be putting on a brave face after beating away the mafia but Lloyd bet there were at least some bruises somewhere. He wouldn't go giddy. He wouldn't break down. He'd welcome him in to fuss over the rest of the night, that would be fine - and so he swung open the door to his apartment, setting eyes on the man he'd loved and hated all at the same time and... fuck.

His arms were swinging around Garret's shoulders before he even knew what was happening.

Who: Finn and Lloyd
What: Session numero uno
Where: Lloyd's office
When: Afternoon

Finn wanted to be anywhere but where he was. Standing outside the therapist’s office, he grumbled under his breath talking himself into going in there. It had taken most of the day to actually drag himself there. As much as he loved Rorie and wanted to get better, actually getting up and going to this guy was more trouble than he had originally thought. Call it self preservation or what, but he just didn’t want to go. So that had been the battle that morning, getting out of bed and dressed. He actually ate in the cafeteria instead of out of the vending machine. Then afternoon rolled around and he found himself holing up in his room rather than going out like he had been. It took all his will power to pull himself off the bed and out the door.

Shuffling along, he knew he was going to be late, he was never on time for anything, the therapist being no exception at all. He and Rorie were nearly opposite personalities. Finn was very dominant, outgoing, messy, lazy, emotional like a woman on her period, and some how managed to be a very friendly person and have lots of friends. . . HAD lots of friends. Rorie. . . He was quiet, introverted, rarely talked to someone even if he knew them, was very clean almost to OCD standards, he even had his scribbles and notes color coordinated.

Despite their differences, the brothers had been best friends for their entire lives until recently. Now Finn was staring at the therapist’s door and grumbling under his breath before knocking and walking in. “Hi, I’m here for an appointment with Lloyd Harris. My name’s Finn O’Bannon.”

Who: Fisher and Lloyd
What: Hanging out like they do
Where: Lloyd's apartment
When: Friday evening
Rating: TBD


Despite having only been back a week, it felt to Fisher like forever. He was weary, stressed, and already longing for freedom from it. Maybe it was just this place, being away from feeling like he was in an asylum, or in rehab. Here he felt eternally watched, like people were waiting for him to screw up or were rolling their eyes at his stupidity. California had been lonely, but at least he had felt like he was capable, like he could survive on his own. He was a stranger in a strange land and nobody was judging him.

Wearing a black pair of jeans and a plain black zip-up hoodie (with a tee shirt on underneath), Fisher walked to Lloyd's apartment, flattening his hair for the umpteenth time. He was going over in his head what Lyle had told him. He didn't want to be the bitter friend that ruined other peoples' happiness just because misery loved company. When Lloyd got swoony, Fisher would just sit there and deal with it, and be happy for him because he did deserve it. Knocking on the door, he placed a subtle but believeable smile on his face. I am happy for Lloyd, he told himself. That's more important than my own misery.

Who: Alex and Lloyd
When: Tuesday Evening
Where: On the road to Cape Cod
What: Lloyd is accompanying Alex home for a visit.
Rated: NSFW

They had been on the road for about an hour before the fuel light came on on Alex's car. He'd thought he would have enough to make it the whole way to his grandparents' house, it was only another forty minutes away after all, but he was wrong. So he pulled into the next fueling station he came across and pulled up to the pump to fill it up.

Looking over at Lloyd, words could not express how unbelievably glad he was to have him with him. He couldn't imagine going alone. He would have, of course, had he no other choice, but this was definitely better. And just thinking about it prompted him to lean over and press a kiss against the other man's lips before he pulled away with a smile.

"Need anything from inside?" Of course he was welcome to go in if he wanted or needed to. "We've got a little under an hour before we're there if traffic holds up." It was clear by the look that crossed his face just then that he wasn't looking forward to getting there. In fact, he almost hoped for some strange event to happen, to slow them up, to stay them in their tracks, to give him an excuse for not arriving, but only if it was a good one.

Who: Alex and Lloyd
When: Tuesday Afternoon
Where: Alex's apartment
What: Alex is freaking out about something.

He'd been in his office when he'd gotten the call, fortunately there had not been a patient in the room with him. He hadn't known how to feel about it. He still didn't know how to feel about it. He was partially angry and partially just in a panic. There was but one thing to be done, however. He was going to have to go to Cape Cod, and he was going to have to leave as soon as possible.

Quick steps had carried him back to his apartment which was where he was currently. He couldn't think. He had to pack and... ugh, normally he had a list made whenever he was going somewhere. But there had been no time! And instead he had his suitcase on the bed, a few things blindly tossed into it as he rummaged around his closet, tearing clothes off of hangers and throwing them down as he desperately searched for one thing in particular.

"Where the fuck is it?" With all these different emotions swirling around, he was having a hard time keeping himself composed. And it was in a sudden fit of anger that he grabbed a box from the bottom of his closet and then hurled it across the room, the box crashing into the bedroom wall before falling to the floor, the contents spilling out all over the place.

Who: Alex and Lloyd
When: Wednesday Night
Where: Lloyd's Bar
What: Surprising the Boy
Rated: TBD

There were some facts that could not be denied. And the fact that Alex missed Lloyd when he wasn't around was one of those facts. But he was at the club tonight, working, getting the place ready, doing whatever it was that he did there, and Alex was at home alone. It was boring, lonely, and after a while, he decided how best to remedy that. He was going to pay Lloyd a surprise visit.

Dressed in a pair of tight fitting, well worn jeans and a blue-gray, short sleeved button up that brought out the color of his eyes, Alex headed into Boston shortly after ten pm. It didn't take him long to find the place as he and Lloyd had discussed it a few times, and parking was fairly easy to come by. The location was great, he had to admit, and he could imagine a lot of success in the club's future as he walked, hands tucked into pockets, down the street from his car and in through a side door.

There were a few people milling about the place, working on this or that, yelling at one another from across the room. Blue eyes scanned the place noting not only the way it looked inside, but also seeking out his other half, though he wasn't quite sure they'd been an item long enough for him to really call him that. But he didn't see him, and so he walked up to a nearby member of the staff and asked, "Can you tell me where I can find Lloyd?"

Who: Alex and Lloyd
When: Lunch
Where:Lloyd's Apartment
What: Lunch Break
Rated: NSFW

( I love it when you don't behave like a gentleman... )

Who: Alex and Lloyd
When: Early Friday Morning
Where: Lloyd's Apartment
What: Alex wakes up in bed alone.
Rated: NSFW

Alex had woken up because Lloyd wasn't there anymore. He'd rolled over to drape his arm across the other man only to find his side of the bed empty. As consciousness overcame him, eyes fluttering open, he could hear the other man's voice in the distance. He was in another room talking to someone. Alex lay there for a moment longer, listening for a second voice but heard none. He was on the phone. Glancing at the clock, he frowned a little. It was early, and immediately he was worried that something was wrong.

Waiting for the sound of the other man's voice to come to an end, signaling the end of the phone call, Alex pushed himself up out of bed. His feet and chest were bare, dressed only in a pair of plaid pajama pants, as he made his way from the bedroom and into the kitchen where the other man stood, pouring a glass of wine. "Everything okay?" A phone call and a glass of wine in the middle of the night. That was never a good sign.

Who: Alex and Lloyd
Where: Lloyd's apartment
When: Thursday 5th June - evening
What: Lloyd invited a stranger to watch him cry.
Rating: Probably swearing so.

Ok so a number of things had not been anticipated. Alex being funny, for one. Alex being gay for another. And Alex making him stop crying. Lloyd had been in tears the moment he stepped through to his apartment every day since Monday, the minute he was cloaked in silence. It was possibly the silence that got him. Expressing his feelings to Alex made him seem a little better. At least he was now showering, preening and getting ready. Quietly - he didn't want Alex to hear him blitzing his home in preparation for his visit.

A tap on the wall... right. That was the signal. There were refreshments on the table. Lloyd's eyes still looked puffy. But he needed company, and the guy had done him the service of listening to him moan. The least he could do was grace him with hospitality.

Who: Lloyd and Fisher
What: Last visit before Fisher leaves for summer
Where: Lloyd's apartment
When: Night, after dinner
Rating: ?

People were looking at him funny. Of course, people usually looked at him funny, but today it was much more. Some seemed confused, some shocked, some just outright laughed. A few shook their heads. Very few had no reaction at all. Fisher walked quickly with his head down, sort of miffed as to how many people were out and about. He had expected that, with finals the next week, people might be in their rooms studying or something, not out here gawking at him.

He was grateful to get to get to the staff building, grateful more that no one was wandering those hallways. With a deep breath and a shaking hand, he rapped his knucles on Lloyd's door. The demon was going to bust a gut laughing at him. Partly because he looked completely uncomfortable, partly because he was fidgeting like crazy, and partly because he was dressed exactly like he was on the tabloid.

Who: Charlie and Lloyd (and Ava later)
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Charlie's apartment
What: an attempt at therapy

Charlie was talking again, bathing too, and he'd resumed drinking blood on a regular basis. They were all good signs, but he wasn't himself, and it was unlikely he'd be himself ever again. Most days he stayed in bed, lost in his head, only making an effort when Ava was with him. She was still so worried, and Charlie felt obligated to pretend he was okay when she was around. She could tell he was faking it, but she let him get away with it. Charlie needed time. He probably needed therapy too, but seeing as how that had failed soooo miserably in the past, there was no way in hell he'd seek it now.

Instead, therapy came to him. Unexpectedly, Lloyd showed up at the door. Charlie hadn't specifically told Ava to keep guests away, but it didn't seem necessary. No one other than his father, Cassie and Ana bothered. Everyone else kept their distance, and for that he was grateful. It was hard enough pretending to be strong around his family, he didn't know that he could be bothered around anyone else.

When the psychologist arrived, Ava escorted him back to the bedroom to see Charlie. The vampire sat up in bed, confusion and a bit of annoyance etched into his features. "What are you doing here?" he asked as Ava left the men alone to talk. Cassius didn't leave though. Catching his master's tone, the boxer stood at the alert in front of Charlie, protecting him.

WHO: Lloyd and James
WHERE: Meridian Hotel, Boston, followed by a car.
WHEN: Early Sunday morning, 5amish
WHAT: James is being the responsible one and coming to take the shrink home
RATING: probably R for swearing.

Humiliating. That's what this was. Lloyd had phoned James in his happy drunken stupor only to realise how right the younger demon was being about the whole thing: if Lloyd was really into this whole sex with a few blind dates game then he wouldn't have snuck out of the hotel room at an unholy hour, only to ring James for a 'chat'. If he allowed his psycho-analyzing brain to work on himself he'd have known he was far from satisfied with it. But now, James was coming to save him from further shame and drive him back to the school like a parent.

The last time this had happened was when Lloyd was 20 and his mother had driven 30 miles to get him from the countryside after he'd gone to an impromptu gay party in the middle of nowhere. Lloyd had a suspicion that James would be slightly worse than his mother, though... as he sat in the foyer of the hotel, avoiding the sideways looks of the hotel staff, Lloyd shrank into himself and played a game on his phone to pass the time. It'd be a whole lot better if his hair wasn't rumpled to fuck and a hickey wasn't blaring red on his neck.

Who: Fisher and Lloyd
What: Hanging out
Where: Driving
When: Night, 9pm
Rating: ?


Fisher tried to be in a good mood when he went to Lloyd's place to pick him up. He wasn't, but he was trying to fake it at least. Talking to Will had been... weird. He couldn't explain to Will why he was so pissed because Will and James' relationship was none of his business. But after what Will had said... Fisher just didn't want to talk to him. He had apathetically promised Will they'd talk later, but he probably wasn't going to.

But Lloyd didn't need to know about that. Tonight was supposed to be fun and easy and as little stress as possible between them. Fisher had a small compact in his hand, a pretty peacock blue glittering eyeshadow. He had told Lloyd he'd make him pretty, and he was going to. Hopefully "pretty" wouldn't turn out to be "cheap whore"ish. Knocking twice, Fisher tried the knob, saw it was unlocked, and walked in. "I'm here," he announced. "Hope you're not naked."

Who: Fisher and Lloyd (and an appearance by Lyle)
What: Forced therapy
Where: Lloyd's Office
When: Monday Night
Rating: R for language

As promised, Lyle was literally dragging his brother to Lloyd's office. His hand was gripped tight on Fisher's skinny bicep, eyes hard as he walked, muscles tensed. The two brothers were silent as they made their way, both looking severly pissed but neither looking at the other. Lyle's face was hard-set, his expression not to be fucked with. Fisher was shooting daggers from his eyes, resentful and furious. By the time they got to Lloyd's office door, a bruise was forming on Fisher's arm and Lyle had been "accidentally" kicked by Fisher's studded boots fifteen times.

Entering the office because he knew they were expected, Lyle literally flung his smaller brother into the room. Fisher stumbled a few feet, tripped, and managed to catch himself on Lloyd's desk. He peeked up at Lloyd through his curtain of hair before turning back to his brother. "If you weren't a vampire I'd kick your ass!" he shouted.

"I kicked your ass when I was ten you faggy little drama queen!" Just as he began to close the door, Lyle remembered that Lloyd was gay. "Sorry, Lloyd," he said sincerely, turning back to look at the man. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Cockbag!" Fisher shouted, crossing his arms.

"Sit down, fucktard!" Lyle snapped the door shut behind him, cutting off any possible reply.

Glowering like a professional, Fisher spun on his heels and plunked down into one of the chairs across from Lloyd, arms crossed tightly over his chest, eyes glaring down at the floor.

Who: Lloyd and Adora
Where: Lloyd's Office
When: Around 2 or so
What: Adora takes Lloyd up on the offer for a neutral ear

The entire concept of therapy had always kind of annoyed Adora. But, that was before she'd actually found herself wanting someone to talk to and not knowing who to go to. Couldn't go to Nox, he would want to weigh in and that would be too volatile, and she couldn't go to Keagan, he was too close as well, and she didn't want to make things worse. Charlie had offered, but her normal method of wanting to blow off steam and then put Charlie in the mix and it was... unhealthy. And then, the biggest problem, she needed to talk about Duncan but she couldn't talk to Duncan about himself all the time, and she'd said pretty clearly that it was too difficult to be friends with him and feel this way so she needed space. Boy, had she made that clear.

So when she knocked on Lloyd's office door around 2, she wasn't honestly sure what she was going to say, she just knew she needed to talk. To someone.

Who: Jacob and Lloyd
Where: Lloyd's office
When: 9 am
What: appointment!

Jacob awoke, threw on clothes without paying much attention to what he was wearing, and trudged over to the cafeteria to get something to eat. He shoved some cereal into his mouth, and ate it without enjoyment. Soon he was supposed to see one of the school psychiatrists and he had no idea what to say. While he had some problems, he didn't like to think that he was completely insane.

Where was this guy's office, anyway? He went to the part of the building where the offices were and glanced at the names to see what was the right door. Finally, he saw it and knocked on the door - he was only a couple of minutes late. "Hello?" Jacob wondered. He assumed since he had an appointment, he could walk right in and sit on the chair. That was what he did.