Rodney just moved to New York and is following his love for dance, but will his heart solely stay on stage?
When sexy and sultry Trevante steps into the picture, everything Rodney thought he was going to New York for changes. However, building thei...
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Trevante and Rodney sit at the bar and Trevante calls the bartender over.
"Old fashioned for me, and whatever he wants," Trevante says looking the young dancer up and down. It's quite evident he's had a couple before this one but he's doing his best to mask it.
"I'll do a French 75," Rodney tells the bartender.
"Coming right up," the bartender responds.
"A French 75 huh? I didn't take you to be a real drinker,' Trevante teases.
"Well what did you take me for?"
"I don't know, I just figured you just drank water and juice like a baby."
"Woooow," Rodney says with a grin, "well I guess we're all getting surprised tonight huh?"
"Hey, it's just tradition, I couldn't let you know."
"So what the hell am I apart of again?"
Trevante laughs again, "I guess I can explain that now. So basically, you're now apart of the Red Light Circuit of the White Tiger Society. As a member of the White Tigers in general, you're already apart of the White Tigers. But, within the White Tigers, there are factions. Think of them like fraternities. These factions are all different colored "lights." Our color, Red, is the first and oldest color. There are 7 all together known as the 7 Guiding Lights, 7GL for short. And what color do you get when all different colors of light come together?"
"White," Rodney says nodding his head at the realization.
"Talented and smart, I see. Yeah, you get white."
The bartender comes back with the drinks. "Here you both go. It's on the house." The bartender then does a sign with his hand that Trevante then does back.
"He's a member too," Trevante explains. "That was our sign. Let me teach you." Trevante holds his hand in front of Rodney, gesturing him to follow along.
"Basically, you make a paw with your hands and fingers and you turn it to the side with your pink finger facing up. Almost as if you're turning an invisible knob to the right."
"Oh wow, that's so cool," Rodney exclaims gleefuly as he learns the trade secrets of the organization.
"Also, for us, we just call ourselves the Red Society. Some pretentious colors say the whole thing, but when you don't have to boast and know you're the best, shortening it saves time."
"And I can drink to that, okay," Rodney says picking up his glass and tapping it on Trevante's.
"Cheers," Trevante says with his pearly white smile peaking behind his teeth.
"And hey... sorry for handling you like that. I could've been gentler. I'm so used to wrestling with bigger guys, I forgot how small you are. I'm sorry," Trevante lets out remorsefully.
