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[mr_brian_kinney]

It had been a while. A long while. But it had been on his mind to return, so finally he did.

Brian slouched against Bar, caressing her with his index finger as he ordered something appropriately manly, yet sweet. He perked a brow and observed the other patrons, picking out blonds in particular.

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[adorably_slutty]

There was one blond moving through the crowd of people easily, not really paying them any attention. Not until he spotted Brian leaning against the bar.

He made his way over, not bothering with a drink. He wasn’t in the mood. “Hello,” he said, grinning brightly as he glanced around again to see if there was anyone Brian was cruising.

[mr_brian_kinney]

"Finally. I've been waiting weeks for you," he teased as he leaned in to press his hips against Justin's. He'd had the hint that his... Justin would be in the bar sooner rather than later. "Had any of the patrons yet or did I catch you early?"

[adorably_slutty]

Justin pressed a quick kiss to Brian's lips and smirked at him. "This is a straight bar, remember? My gaydar is all thrown off." He looped two of his fingers through the belt-loop of Brian's trousers, letting it hang there affectionately. "No patrons today," he chirped.

[mr_brian_kinney]

He leaned in to whisper against the shell of Justin's ear. "I'd give up my gaydar just to get a hold of a demon-dar. Honestly, a good portion of these patrons aren't human. Did I already explain to you about Bar and such? Because if not, I'll tell you allll about it. For a price."

[mr_darling]

George had heard of this bar. He had intended to visit at some point, though always felt rather uncertain about doing so. Stepping out in public, coming to some place so common was quite against George's social preference. What possessed him to leave his house and trek to the bar, he wasn't sure.

He entered, pushing the door open tentatively with a nervous look on his face. He looked around, eyeing the patrons before he let the door close behind him. He walked stiffly to the bar, his eyes forever shifting about and, upon reaching the bar, he cleared his throat and placed his hands on the counter, drumming his fingers.

To his left was a man, a striking man and George smiled tersely before facing forwards again, uttering his order in a strained voice.

Awaiting the drink to come to him, he glanced at the man again and fiddled with his wire rimmed glasses. "Splendid place," he offered politely, perching on thebar stool.

[mr_brian_kinney]

"It works better if you order from Bar herself," said Brian as he slithered closer to the rather stiff-looking middle aged man. He was a bit old for his usual tastes, but the stuffiness amused him, so he moved in.

"See, the bar is sentient. You tell her what you want. Her name is Bar." He paused to sip his drink and pointed at the sign behind the bar where people's names were next to tallies of what they owed. "Start a tab. Although the first drink is on... Bar. She takes whatever currency you have. Oh, and no open displays of sex or violence... or doing business in here. I have a room for such naughty behavior," he said and winked.

[mr_darling]

George flushed. He cleared his throat again and glanced around nervously. Bar... George followed where the man's finger was pointing. A tally. He felt stupid, and looked flustered. Attempting to mask it, he laughed an anxious laugh and stuttered, "O-oh, how...how silly of me."

The last words the man spoke and the wink that followed made George instantly seize up. He stared at him, unsure what to say. "Oh...I-I see," he said hesitantly. "Naughty...behaviour?"

[mr_brian_kinney]

"Yes, you know... sucking, fucking, violence like being thrown over an attractive man's knee and being spanked until you come on his shoe? Naughtiness," he purred, moving into George's personal space. "Do you get naughty?"