Tyler just wanted to get his college assignment done. He was doing pretty good on it too until /he/ had to interrupt.
Needless to say, the interruptions never stopped.
But Tyler got used to it.
[Warnings: swearing, underage drinking (age 19-20), kin...
This story is about to get crazy, weird, and you're gonna love it...
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Tyler walks out of the bathroom just as a clap of thunder sounds throughout the sky. He sighs and walks to the main room.
"Oh my god!" he shouts in fear, quickly covering his junk as he sees Brendon sitting on his bed. "Why are you in my dorm?"
"You walk around naked?"
"Why are you in my dorm?" Tyler repeats, ignoring Brendon's question.
"I was bored," Brendon shrugs. "I thought I'd see if you wanted to go out to dinner or something. We haven't hung out in a while."
"It's storming."
Brendon gives a confused look, "So we can't go out and stuff our faces with tacos?"
Tyler sighs, "I just meant...never mind. Yeah, we can go. Let me get dressed."
"Aw, your butt is so cute!" Brendon calls as Tyler walks away.
"Stop it!"
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Tyler and Brendon rush inside the restaurant and out of the rain. They find an empty booth and sit down. A waitress comes over and hands them each a menu before walking away again.
"Hey, I gotta talk to you about something," Brendon says.
"What?"
"So, I know you've been looking for a way to earn more money. Right?"
Tyler nods, continuing to look through the menu.
Brendon clears his throat, "What if I told you I found you a job?"
Tyler looks up from the menu at his friend. Knowing Brendon for the past fifteen years, anything could happen. "What kind of job?"
"Well, you know that club down the street from the park?"
"The strip club?"
"It's a club."
"With strippers."
"Yes, but you won't be around them. You'd be working at the bar."
"A bartender?"
"Yeah."
Tyler thinks for a minute before sighing, "Fine. I'll go in to check it out."
"Great! Um, okay, when you go in, ask for Jeremy. He's already expecting you."
Tyler rolls his eyes, "When?"
"Tomorrow. 8PM."
"Okay."
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Tyler walks into the club, loud music and the smell of sweat and alcohol instantly filling his senses. He walks up to the bar and a bartender looks at him. "What can I get you?!" He shouts over the music.
