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Oliver's Story... Or Part Of It, Anyway.

((Okay I'm so so so so so so so so so so so so so so tired. It's pretty late here but I wanted to get this chapter done for you guys. KiraKraus I kind of screwed up bc this chapter was only meant to be 1000 words and it's over 2000 so I'm going to split it into two, but give me 1 more chapter, okay? ))

"Ollie!" Scott couldn't stop a grin from stretching over his face as he gave the Mexican a shove, "You sneaky son of a Chihuahua! What the heck was all that about?!"

Oliver laughed and slung an arm around Scott's shoulder. He pulled the twenty-dollar note out of his pocket and handed it back to him, "You really think I was gonna let your money pay for me, carino?"

"Alright, we get it," Vincent rolled his eyes, skipping slightly to catch up with them and walk beside them, "Oliver cheated a perfectly nice bouncer out of twenty dollars and got into a club illegally while we paid. Big deal."

"Hermano, you need to seriously chill out," Oliver put his other arm around Vincent's shoulder. "Like I said, I'm interested in being in a relationship with Scott, sure, but I'd never leave you out."

"Please do not touch me," Vincent shrugged off Oliver's arm.

"That's what Scott said," Oliver mumbled under his breath, giving a devilish grin towards Vincent. "Fine, fine. First round of drinks are on me." He pulled out his wallet which had his entire savings in it, and fished out five dollars.

"No you don't," Scott insisted, taking the note from Oliver and putting it back inside his wallet. "I am not having you pay for us. You're hard-pressed for money as it is."

"True, but you can't stop living just because things go wrong," Oliver pulled out the note again. "You never know. They have a position open for a bartender here. Maybe I might just score a paid job." He wiggled out of his spot between Scott and Vincent and disappeared.

Vincent watched him go, then looked down at Scott, "I don't like him."

"I do, so deal with it," Scott looked back at him. "Honestly, Vincent, please. Relax. I don't want to go on a date with you all tense like this. I want to be able to have other male friends without you getting all jealous. I mean, it was flattering at the start, and... well, kind of hot. But now it's just..." Scott shrugged. "Annoying."

Vincent blinked at him for a second, and then sighed, pulling him closer and wrapping an arm around his waist. "I can't promise I'll be less protective of you, but I won't make such a big show of it, okay?"

"Well, that's a first step," Scott smiled, wrapping his own arm around Vincent's waist and leaning his head on his shoulder. "It's not a gay bar. Are you sure everyone here's okay with 'us'?"

"Who cares?" Vincent said. "This is the best place in this city, anyway. At least they have both male and female strippers. It's so boring when there's only girls."

"Uh..." Scott looked over to his right. Across the dancefloor, which was pulsating all different colours and full of smoke-machine smoke, there was in-fact a stage, where two girls and two guys were pole-dancing. Scott's eyes widened and he blushed, "O-oh... That's... um. That's the first time I've seen male strippers."

"Really?" Vincent looked over at the stage. "Hm~ Well, lucky we came to the place with the best show in town."

Scott looked back at Vincent, "You really are comfortable with that? I mean... they're stripping. You're comfortable being... y'know. Turned on in public?"

"Why? Are you turned on?" Vincent's eyebrows raised.

"No! No, I didn-I never said that," Scott looked away quickly.