Gay Panic

Chapter I

"Yo Ethan, Tyson and I are going to Chipotle after class, wanna join us?" Dylan whispered. It was Friday and my last class of the day was five minutes away from being done but my day wouldn't be finished that easily.

"Dylan, is your brain always on auto-pilot? Ethan has been working on Fridays since the start of the semester." Tyson pointed out being annoyed by Dylan's forgetfulness like usual. I chuckled, while Dylan just gave an annoyed huff from him.

"...and with that, I conclude today's lecture. Don't forget that I expect you to read the next chapter by Wednesday." Professor Moore stated, knowing that more than half of the students already stopped paying attention. The short moment of silence in the room was quickly replaced by the obnoxious sound of chairs moving around.

"Alright, so I'll see you two around. I gotta get ready, my shift starts in an hour." I said before turning left, to make my way through the crowded hallway, to the dorm that Dylan and I share. "Ok, take care I'll see you later," Dylan replied. "See you around," Tyson added before both made their way to the parking lot, where Tyson usually parks his 2011 Toyota Camry.

With a click sound, the door unlocked and I was greeted by the familiar sight of duality. While my part of the dorm was clean and organized, Dylan's side was the usual mess. Clothes were everywhere besides the closet and half-emptied water bottles were scattered across the floor. I closed the door, took off my shoes and placed them on the shoe rack. Afterwards, I made my way to the wardrobe and started laying out my uniform consisting of black pants, a white shirt with a black vest and a black bow tie. Simple bartenders making simple drinks was the motto, even though most of the drinks were far from simple but at least our slogan rhymes.

My grumbling stomach reminded me that my last meal was hours ago and consisted of two protein bars and a coffee so I quickly started boiling water to make myself some instant noodles before heading to the shower.

Freshly out of the shower, I realized that the water cooled down again, so I had to boil it once more. The dorm sadly does not include a kitchen but at least we got a water boiler. I grabbed my phone to pass the time just to see that I received a message from Tyson. I opened it just to be met with a picture of Dylan stuffing a whole burrito down his throat. The caption read "I can't deal with this guy, I swear he's a 5-year-old," followed by a parade of laughing emojis.

I laughed before answering "Don't let him suffocate" followed by my parade of laughing emojis. I finished applying moisturizer before I combed my hair knowing that in 15 Minutes it would look like I had walked through a hurricane anyways.

Still having 25 Minutes left before I had to be at work I started listening to some music since I only needed roughly 10 Minutes to arrive at the club. The minutes went by and I kept dancing and singing through the dorm while only in my boxers. Well, the latter of both sounded more like a dying cat and the dance floor only included my side of the dorm since Dylan's side could only count as a minefield. The last song ended and with that, I started putting on the clothes I laid out beforehand. One last look in the mirror and off I went to my workplace.

Once I stepped out of the building, I put my headphones on and started walking across the campus. While it may be close to 8 pm on a Friday the campus wasn't empty. All sorts of people were still here. Some of them were playing card games, some seemed to be working on their laptops and tablets and others seemed to just be enjoying the evening. Finally, after a short walk through the city, I arrived at the back of the club. I knocked on the steel door before I took off my headphones.

"Oh, Ethan good to see you, please come in." Sara greeted me. Sara is my co-worker and the more experienced bartender of the two of us. "Hey Sara, how's Milo doing?" I replied while making my way to my locker.

"He's doing great, now that we went to the vet with him." She said cheerfully. Milo was her dog and the most important thing in the world to her. One could only imagine what would happen if he didn't recover from an illness.

"Sara, what time is it?" I asked her while I put my headphones together with their case in the locker and closed it. "It's 8 pm meaning our shift just started." She exclaimed before we both made our way to the bar.

A/N: The first Chapter is finished :D Below you can find a rough outline of the dorm room. Any form of feedback is welcome and highly appreciated.