RP:// Zacky Haner. Mr Haner 4 Zacky Baker. I love Mr Haner..

-Bites lip-
Fuck, should I now? I mean, Brian'll be waiting for me... I can't tell him where I am though...
Hmm... he'll probably fall asleep soon... and I can just join him during the night... he won't know I was so long...
-Smiles at-
Seven dollars huh?
From ten til 4 each day...
That's seven hours...
-Thinks-
$49 for the night? Is that it?
-Bites lip-
I won't be able to get the money to the bank on time on just that...

*huffs*
I'm actually dying to get laid for the first time in months and the bastard leaves.
Sometimes I hate him.
*sits in big chair*
*huffs*
Oh well, just have to wait for him.
*leans back, staring towards hallway*

[[I G2G now. I'm falling asleep on my keyboard, haha. Syn can just fall asleep on the chair. Niiiight. Dunno if I'm-a be on tomorrow morning, I should be. Just depends if my dad's working or not. Night xxx]]

((Ookkkey! Byeee xx I shall not be on tomorrow I don't think, so meh.))

-comes out of office laughing-
Sorry dude.
-holds onto Matt's shoulder-
I forgot to tell you. You get bonuses.
You see, I've only being here as manager for a few weeks.
Taking over for my dad you see.
Anyways, one body guard gets $7 an hour.
You are filling in for two.
So you get fucking double.
And...if you save one of our girls.
Bonus? Yeah.
Oh, and we have a back room.
-points to-
Where guys with the money can take a girl of there choice and have their way with them.
If they come to you looking to give you the money and you sell her for.... a lot.
Then you get some of the cuts. So, on a good night. You could earn about $300.
-shrugs-

-laughs softly at Brian-
Don't worry. He should be back soon.
-goes to get note pad-
-turns back and picks up-
-hears snoring behind-
-looks around to see Brian fast asleep-
-sighs and smiles to self-
-grabs blanket and puts over Brian-
-pushes hair out of face and kisses cheek-
Night Brian.
-turns off lights and leaves living room-
-makes way upstairs-

((Ok. Byyeess.))

-Smiles-
Really?!?! Wow.
-Calms down-
Wow, that sounds awesome.
I'll start now then.
-Smiles-
Do I need any special clothes? The club's shirt or something? Or like, topless, so the guys won't wanna touch me, and as I am in the way of the ladies, it might help? I don't know, I'm just thinking here.
And where do I go? Stand near the girls or kinda hover around looking for trouble? And am I only in charge of the girls? Or do I sort out fights between customers and throwing people out and that shit?
Sorry, questions. I just have no idea...

No. You just gotta look after the girls.
Make sure no one touches them.
Controling the fights is bouncer work.
-smiles at-
Erm. Black. Just black shirts and jeans, look like no one is gonna mess with you.
And you're doing pretty well already.
-laughs-
Ok right.
Just walk around the main dancing stages and just watch out.
Someone tells you they want a girl for the back room.
Don't settle for anymore than $100 an hour, best girls are
-points out girls-
Rita, Bethy, Zina and Gena.
They go for no less than $200 an hour.
Anymore questions?
-looks past Matt at main stage-
Hmmm...

-Smiles-
-Nods-
Okay, I think I have it all down thanks.
What is your name anyway? I don't think I caught it...
-Bites lip down at own clothes-
Yeah, I don't have a black outfit.
You wouldn't happen to have one spare for tonight, would you? Unless I can wear this tonight. I mean... I can't go home.
-Bites lip-
Sorry.

The jeans are fine.
-walks into office and finds shirt-
-takes bak out to Matt-
Might be a little tight. But it might show off your arms so the putters will be like...
-makes wide eyed face-
-laughs-
-throws shirt at-
Now. Get to work. I smell trouble a-brewing.
-walks away to guy waiting by back room with Zina-
How can I help you Sir?

((Jo has left me. So, I can only guess that her mum turned off the internet. So, I will go back to the house with Zacky and Brian-ness.))

-looks in bedroom mirror-
-pulls off dressing and looks at wound-
Fuck me. That is nasty. No wonder they are covering it from the world.
-grabs clean dressing and puts back on eye-
Hopefully I can get these stitches out in the next couple of days.
-gets ready for bed-
-sits on double bed with writing paper-
-shifts until comfort-
Ok. I have to write a nice letter to Mick, explaining it all to him.
-sighs-
-starts to write-

Dearest Mick,

Hey. I miss you, I’m sorry I haven’t been answering my phone or returning your messages. I will explain myself for that later. Promise. Anyway, I want to know if you are doing well, and if you want me to…fuck this is hard. Sorry, I have never being good at writing letters. Especially when I don’t quite know what to say.

I really enjoyed our last conversation, but I lied when I said that Matt needed to use the phone. I’m sorry. I… I really don’t know how to explain this but…
I don’t want you to call me anymore. It’s nothing to do with me seeing anybody else or going off you, I still love you will all my heart and I always will. It’s just, I miss you so much that it’s unreal and just hearing your voice makes me realise how far away you really are. And, when I’m not talking to you or thinking about you, I feel better. I’m sorry that that sounds so harsh. I wish it wasn’t the case and I know that I am selfish here. I know how much you enjoy our phone conversations but I just can’t put myself though the torture anymore of talking to you and knowing that you may never come back to me.

Fuck, now I’m crying. Sorry if it becomes unreadable because of the tear stains. Heh.
I knew that this letter would never sound right, I have tried re-writing it over and over again to make it sound perfect and not harsh but no matter how much I rewrite it, I always feel so bad about it.

I love you Mick. So much that sometimes it hurts. And I wish that you were here with me, holding me in the dark nights and kissing my nightmares away. I wish you were holding me and caressing me, telling me you loved me, promising me the world. Making love to me like you always promised. Taking me into your arms and… sharing a love together. I want you here so much that I…I don’t know. I just know that your place is here, in this double bed, with me, in California, letting the sunlight stream through our curtains. The sunlight dancing on our naked, wet skin as we make love as the sun rises.

I was talking to Brian and Matt about us today and they told me that you can always stay with them if you ever wanted to make a permanent move from Florida. I love how much they care about our relationship. It makes me realise that we are worth fighting for, and I’m never gonna give up until you are in these tattooed arms again, for good.


Love you with all my heart.

Zacky. x

-sniffs and wipes tears away-
Shit. That was really good.
-puts on drawer and climbs into bed-
-looks at clock-
Fuck, 2am.
-sniffs-
Matt and Brian must still be downstairs.
-laughs to self-
I won't sit on that couch tomorrow.
-smiles and turns off light-
-watches moon light stream into window-
-sighs and closes eyes imagining Mick is lying next to enjoying the light too-
I love you Mick.
I will always love you.
Nothings gonna stop me.

((I kinda like the idea of Mick and Zacky sending letter to each other. Like, never talking by phone or msn or email but just sharing romantic love letters. Like intimate pen pals. -shrugs- Anyways. I'm going to bed now. Writing that cutesy letter took it out of me. Night. x))

((Mattcky fluff! <--- READ, it will make your morning. It made my night. !!!))

((Aww Zackyy!!))

-Smiles-
Okay then…
-Puts shirt on-
-Goes towards place supposed to stand-
-Already notices a man touching girl’s thighs and girl fighting him-
HEY!
-Walks towards and slaps man’s hand-
Either keep your hands to yourself, or get the fuck out, okay?
-Sees man back away and leave-

Thanks.

You’re welcome.
-Smiles at-
-Continues patrolling-

6 hours later

-Counts money while walking into house-
Fuck, two hundred and fifty one dollars for that night…
-Smiles-
-Sees Brian asleep in chair-
-Shakes head-
He waited up for me. Aww that’s so cute…
-Puts money into pocket-
-Yawns-
Okay let’s see if I can do this…
-Moves towards Brian and wraps arms around-
I always used to be able to…
-Tries to pick up into arms-
-Lifts up-
FUCK!!!
-Tries to not wake Brian up-
-Hears him moaning slightly-
-Groans while carrying up stairs-
-Walks in slow motion-
Fuuuuck….
-Closes eyes and continues carrying-
This… baby… is… definitely… my… child…
-Breathes and carries into own room-
-Puts on own bed as carefully as possible-
-Turns light off and gets in bed with-
-Snuggles up to Brian-
I should shower. I probably smell like cigarettes and booze…
-Closes eyes and falls asleep instantly-

[[Just read your Bratt fic, Jo.
You. Win. At. Life.
You also need a sequel.
*nods furiously*]]

*moans softly in sleep*
*opens eyes*
*feels Matt wrapped around*
*smirks*
*rolls over*
Good mo... fucking hell...
*covers nose and mouth*
*nudges Matt*
Matt, you fucking wreak.
*hears loud snore*
*scoots over the other side of the bed*
What the fuck is going on?
*climbs out of bed*
*moves hand from face*
*walks downstairs*
*checks fridge*
No milk.
*look towards stairs*

*sits on sofa*
*taps fingers on chair arm*
What's he doing? He can't be cheating on me, he loves me, he knows how much it would hurt me.
*looks towards stairs again*
But he smelt like a fucking bar. Maybe he went out to get away coz he thought Zacky and I would be having an awkward moment? Yeah... that's it. Matt wouldn't do anything to jeopardize our relationship, our baby, not after yesterday.
*picks up phone*
*scrolls through contacts*
*hits call*

*runs out of bathroom*
*yells at phone*
I'm coming! I'm coming!
*falls over empty pizza box*
*yells towards other bedroom*
Beau, you fat fuck!!!
*makes grab for phone*
*checks caller ID*
*smirks*
Hello BRIAN.

ASSHOLE!

*laughs*
Beau says hi.
What's up, man?
Haven't heard from you in a while.
*throws crap off battered sofa*
*adjusts towel*

[[Fucking. Genius.
BANG! BANG! CILLIT BANG!]]

He's still not over me?
*shakes head*
Oh dear.
*laughs*
Um...
This is stupid, I shouldn't have bothered calling.
I'm just...
Heh, you're kinda like my Yoda in these situations and...
Matt went out last night and... I don't know where he went and...
I mean, he came home but he smells like a fucking ashtray and he doesn't smoke and...

You're worried he's cheating on you?
*sighs*
Brian, it's just the hormones.
I mean, I've never met 'Other Matt' but from everything you've told me, I don't think he'd fuck around on you.
He probably doesn't even smell like that.
You're just pining for a smoke and you can smell it on everyone.
*laughs*

I can only smell it on him and his clothes.
*laughs to self*
Maybe it's some kind of secret pheromone or something.
We've not slept together for a month or so and he's secreting cigarette smoke so that I'll be all over him, trying to get my fix...
*laughs*
Damnit, but there's no milk!!!

No milk? Is that some kind of metaphor for his cock or what...
*shudders*
And now I have images.
Yeuuuch.

Not everything is about sex with gay men, 'Straight Matt'.
I know Beau kinda gives off that impression but some of us are just normal folk who have normal relationships.
*laughs to self*
No, he said he was going out for some milk and there's none in the fridge. I mean, at first I kinda thought it was because my ex and I were just talking and he'd left coz he felt uncomfortable but...
I mean, he's his friend too and...
*rests head on knees*
Ugh.
I should just trust him.

Beau sees the sexual allure in lamp-posts, forgive me for getting the wrong impression.
*smirks*
Have you actually asked him where he was last night?
You're jumping to all these conclusions, he might have a perfectly reasonable explanation for everything.

Um... actually no, I haven't... I just...
*groans*
Fucking pregnancy.
*strokes belly*
Sorry baby.
I'm turning into his fucking wife.
Assuming the worst before I've even asked him.
I'm sure he probably does have a valid excuse.
Thanks 'Straight-Matt'.

Don't worry about it.
Now go ask him what's going on, okay?
I'll talk to you later.
*hangs up*
*yells to other bedroom*
He's going to go fuck his fiance now, Beau.

Fuck off!

*laughs*