Welcome to Night Vale, Dr. Watson...

Chapter 3: I'm Not Hungry, Let's Have Dinner!

Cecil finished his broadcast and shut off the microphone. He grabbed his jacket and headed out the front door of the Night Vale Community Radio building. Once at home, Cecil fantasized about Carlos and Sherlock while he showered. 

Cecil had always known he was gay. Between Carlos’s charms and sassy humor, and Sherlock’s high cheekbones and accent, Cecil knew he would have a topic to “think” about tonight. He lathered his hair, then rinsed under the flowing water. His eyes strayed to the unused lube in the corner of the stall, and then sighed. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on Carlos one of these days.

Cecil arrived early to Big Redd’s. He opened up the party room in the back and set the table for four. Finally, Sherlock, Carlos, and their assistant Jawn arrived. 

“Hello!” Cecil yelped, jumping up from his spot at the table. “How are you?”

“Fine,” said Sherlock, looking tired. “This is my assistant, Jawn.”

“Nice to meet you,” said Jawn, smiling a toothy grin.  

“I’m Cecil.  I work for the Radio here in Night Vale.”

“Cool. Sherlock and I were called by Carlos a few days ago about the wheat issue here.”

Cecil’s attention shifted to the table. “Let’s sit down.” The four men started to talk about the case at hand. Cecil noticed that Jawn paid very close attention to Sherlock, but yet did not take the time to listen to himself or Carlos. He suspected that it was because Sherlock was his boss, but he didn’t ask. After dinner, Sherlock and Carlos kissed, much to the surprise of Cecil. Carlos saw the look of confusion on Cecil’s face and explained, “Sherlock and I have been dating for a few months now.” Cecil’s heart burst, but he squawked out his goodbyes. “Nice seeing you. And nice to meet you, Jawn.”

“You too,” said Jawn, looking pained from what Carlos had said.

Cecil left without another word.