Killer Lovin

Episode 1

Rick watched the clouds pass by his front seat window each seeming to dance towards the jet's final destination. He still couldn't believe he, Rick Frickerson, had finally been accepted as a contestant on Killer Lovin. it felt bizarre it felt unreal. He didn't think it was possible.

Rick pinched his check confirming this wasn't a dream or some great delusion he was having. it wasn't a dream it was really happening. He did it, he ACTUALLY did it. Rick siped on his drink waiting for his competitors to make their entrance. Panic began to set in his mind.

Most men on these types of shows had a very specific appearance, they were sharp, thin, and had a nice face. Rick was, admittedly missing two out of three of these qualities. the Jet door opened the second contestant entered. a man in a nice button-down shirt with a grey jacket and an emerald green tie to complete the look. his brown hair blown back by the plane's air conditioning. Rick stared at the beautiful man trying to shut down the feelings he currently had towards him.

he's straight, Rick told himself. He's on Killer Lovin, he has to be straight. then again, Rick was also on Killer Lovin and he wasn't straight. The man's eyes met Rick's a pleasant smile on his face as he sat himself next to him. The man was larger than Rick originally thought, not that it was a bad thing. people like tall guys.

"nice tie, Chas Bigton, nice to meet you." the man said stretched his large hand out to Rick. Rick hesitantly accepted the man's handshake the insecurity silently growing inside of him.

"Rick, Rick Frickerson." Chas' eyes made their way towards Rick's drink.

"that looks good what is that?" he asked Rick smiled a part of him excited by the well-dressed man's interest.

"oh, Vodka, Grapefruit, a little bit of tequila. Nothing much, mainly just to calm my nerves."

"does it taste good?" Chas prompted his eyes almost fixed on the drink in Rick's hands. Rick nodded as he took a second look at Chas' outfit.

That tie, it looks like it could be an exclusive brand, but it's a little scratched up. chances are he either borrowed it, inherited it, or got it on sale somewhere.

"then again I'm probably a little biased since I'm the only one who's tried it." Chas' eyes went wide his mouth agape

"You mean YOU made that? That's incredible! are you a bartender? a bar owner? a brewery CEO?" Rick turned his attention to Chas' outfit as he rambled about his drink. the outfit was nice. too nice. Rick thought taking another swig of his drink.

Rick was not in fact a bartender, he was the manager of an ice cream shop. as a manager, Rick had seen his fair share of applicants and almost everyone attempted to overdress. It was a way of impressing the owner and making them think you were well put together when inside your a convoluted mess. So that's his game, he's overcompensating. he's probably a retail worker or has some other lower-paying job. He's probably a mess of a man deep down.

"oh, I wish, I'm just an Ice cream store manager," Rick said more confidently.

"really? well, that's impressive in of its self." Chas muttered his eyes still on Rick's drink. Rick handed the drink to Chas who all too quickly accepted the offer. the plane door opened once more. This time a man in a blue button-down shirt entered soaked from the downpour outside. Chas opened his mouth as though to greet the man. the man's glared at them as though to warn the two to leave him alone. Chas reluctantly took the warning, turning his body back towards Rick. Who welcomed the attention with open arms.

"so what do you do for a living?" Rick asked Chas looked at his luggage bag which he had forgotten to place in the overhead bin.

"I play music."