Knight in Shining Armor: The Sequel!
WHO: Marcello and Otto
WHEN: April 3rd, technically. After midnight.
WHERE: Chueca
WHAT: In which a Seborgan is rescued by a German. Deja vu much?
It was the night of Chueca's grand re-opening and Marcello's first official day of employment since he had resigned at Theatricality some weeks ago. Excited and perhaps even bit too eager, the Seborgan showed up a little earlier than was posted. He spent this time getting acquainted with the staff and helping out with the preparations before the doors opened an hour later.
He was fairly pleased to be working with his cousin Nicoleta despite the fact that they often teased one another. He was also very happy with his new boss, whom he found himself inadvertently flirting with throughout the night despite being shot down. He soon came to know which person the one called Søren was and decided it would be best if he kept his distance. He wasn't sure what kind of terms the Dane was on with his roommate, and he decided if he ever were to meddle in their affairs, tonight was probably not the best of nights. He needed to stay focused, after all.
The first half of the night was very fun and filled with noise and excitement. Marcello couldn't remember the last time he found himself in such a setting, and he was enjoying himself despite being bound to his duties as a server. The night wore on and not much changed aside from the patrons' blood-alcohol level.
It was nearly half passed midnight when the teen began to question his career choice. For one, Marcello was more of an early bird, not a night owl. Seeing as he usually went to bed around ten thirty, the wee hours were beginning to make him a bit more irritable. Not only that, but there were a few intoxicated gentlemen that would not stop touching him. Every time he passed to get to his customers, he receive a swift flirtatious slap or grab somewhere, places he preferred not to be touched by other men at any rate. After all, he didn't swing that way! (Well, if he were more honest with himself, he wasn't exactly sure.) But one thing was certain. These "gentlemen" were making him quite uncomfortable and his job all the more difficult.
Requesting a quick break, he grabbed a coke scurried off out the back door toward the alleyway. Finally free from the chaos, he rested against the back wall and filled his lungs with the brisk, quiet air. For a while, everything was calm.
That is until ten minutes later when he found himself corned, his back against brick has two of the large gentlemen from before once again harassing him.
"H-hey guys," He stammered, trying to come up with a diversion as his coke can spilled at the ground by his feet. "Can I just tell you a joke or--Hey!! W-what are you touching now?!"
WHEN: April 3rd, technically. After midnight.
WHERE: Chueca
WHAT: In which a Seborgan is rescued by a German. Deja vu much?
It was the night of Chueca's grand re-opening and Marcello's first official day of employment since he had resigned at Theatricality some weeks ago. Excited and perhaps even bit too eager, the Seborgan showed up a little earlier than was posted. He spent this time getting acquainted with the staff and helping out with the preparations before the doors opened an hour later.
He was fairly pleased to be working with his cousin Nicoleta despite the fact that they often teased one another. He was also very happy with his new boss, whom he found himself inadvertently flirting with throughout the night despite being shot down. He soon came to know which person the one called Søren was and decided it would be best if he kept his distance. He wasn't sure what kind of terms the Dane was on with his roommate, and he decided if he ever were to meddle in their affairs, tonight was probably not the best of nights. He needed to stay focused, after all.
The first half of the night was very fun and filled with noise and excitement. Marcello couldn't remember the last time he found himself in such a setting, and he was enjoying himself despite being bound to his duties as a server. The night wore on and not much changed aside from the patrons' blood-alcohol level.
It was nearly half passed midnight when the teen began to question his career choice. For one, Marcello was more of an early bird, not a night owl. Seeing as he usually went to bed around ten thirty, the wee hours were beginning to make him a bit more irritable. Not only that, but there were a few intoxicated gentlemen that would not stop touching him. Every time he passed to get to his customers, he receive a swift flirtatious slap or grab somewhere, places he preferred not to be touched by other men at any rate. After all, he didn't swing that way! (Well, if he were more honest with himself, he wasn't exactly sure.) But one thing was certain. These "gentlemen" were making him quite uncomfortable and his job all the more difficult.
Requesting a quick break, he grabbed a coke scurried off out the back door toward the alleyway. Finally free from the chaos, he rested against the back wall and filled his lungs with the brisk, quiet air. For a while, everything was calm.
That is until ten minutes later when he found himself corned, his back against brick has two of the large gentlemen from before once again harassing him.
"H-hey guys," He stammered, trying to come up with a diversion as his coke can spilled at the ground by his feet. "Can I just tell you a joke or--Hey!! W-what are you touching now?!"