There are only three people in the world who hold the secrets of the Global Entertainment Industry, Larry, Laurent and Gabriel. Identical twin brothers, Larry and Laurent need to find out who is responsible for the deaths of two celebrities and stop...
Odd notes coming from the piano sounded like a love song gone wrong. Gabe glanced over his shoulder at the young pianist picking out the tune. He hated to admit it, but it was catchy.
"La, la, la...took my kindness for weakness, la-di-da, where's my Honey when I need some sweetness." Gabe sung along with Sweet Momma who joined him at the bar for another mason jar of moonshine. The trail of tears down her rosy cheeks made him sad too. Sweet Momma pulled off the mink stole that covered her bosom and slapped her hand on his shoulder. "They done took my baby, them Bourgeois boys. Not only that, look what they did to my bitch. Look at my bitch now, all messed up. She use to be sooo pretty," she cried looking around at the building.
Gabe got up from the bar to leave the Alabama Moon club for the last time. Slowly putting on his coat, he turned to look at the space. Nothing about it was sweet anymore without his friend Honey around. The barkeep gave him a sorrowful nod when he put on his cap. The old guitar player crooned along with the pianist sending the blues like sound of moaning to the precious few people left in the club. The once shiny dance floor didn't creak with dancers. The new paint already started cracking. No noise came from the poker room anymore.
He leaned over Sweet Momma kissing her on her damp cheek. "You know where to find me Momma," he said leaving into the dark night. A soft mist of rain fell on his face. He looked up the empty street seeing a man under the streetlamp at the corner. Gabe lifted the collar of his coat to keep his neck from getting wet and strolled in the man's direction. The handsome tall man lifted his cap at him. "Long night buddy?" The man asked.
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Swissco's appearance in Gabe's dream
Gabe dipped his head respectfully. "Yes, it is."
"Look like you need a friend."
When Gabe strolled closer, he saw the cream complexion of the man who looked as lonely as he felt. The man stepped forward in his direction. For a pregnant pause, Gabe held his breath. The man he'd flirted with at the Alabama Moon were straight men looking for a one-night stand. They didn't want to share anything more than his bed. Everyone in the club knew that Gabe had an infinity for tall handsome black men. They'd sneak over to this table pretending that they were coming to talk with Honey and slip him a note asking for a private meeting. Those men used signals, eye contact or other subtleties to make the request known.
Even in the darkness of the night, Gabe could see the stranger's request in the way he scratched his nose with his thumb. The stranger closed in on him taking him by the waist. Their lips met briefly, so fast that anyone looking might not even notice. Didn't take much before Gabriel was breathless at his advances. Since the club started to go down, there weren't any opportunities to make love to strangers. His body craved so much more than just a feathery kiss.
"Why don't you let me be your friend tonight?" The man offered taking Gabe by the wrist pulling him away from the street towards the city park. A cool chill brushed between them, but Gabe only felt heat coming from inside his body. They walked a block over stopping at the entrance to the park. The stranger stopped to stoke the side of his face. Gabe took the man's hand entwining their fingers together.
