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   ((I have a nEW HAT AAAAAAGH. I really like my collection of snapback caps and I got a DC one recently. I'm a happy boy. And, get this, the icons on it are pansexual colors. It's my calling.))

The three of them approached the door to the bar, Zach fixing his glasses and undoing the first three buttons to his shirt.

The ravenette turns to stop the other two, confusing them, "Alrighty." The Canadian boy huffs, "You are protecting him." He gestures to Tom.

"What?" Tord tilts his head, "Actually, I should be protecting all the people h-"
 
   "No! Protect your boyfriend!" Zach cries and he makes his way into the bar. He begins to make his way to the day-shift bartender. The small male begins to talk to her as He looks at a few options for heels.

   "Aww, our poor baby is being straight..." Tom sets his hand on his heart, frowning slightly, "I'm so disappointed."

   "Yep." Tord says, "Now, go... Strip." He squints, "If you do become my boyfriend this will be a somewhat alarming job."

   "Shh, don't worry, I'm fine." Tom takes Tord's hand in his and brings it to his lips, kissing the back of it, "You need to calm down." He smiles.

   "Pfft-" Tord sputtered, "I-I am calm!" He yelps, causing Tom to giggle.

   "I'm just worrid th-that you could get hurt or... Someone will look at you." Tord looks down to his shoes. Tom gives the taller a quick hug.

   "I'll be okay." He smiles, "And besides, I'm not dating you yet so I still have the option."

   Tord wraps his arms around Tom so he can't move away from the hug, resting his chin on the shorter Brit's head, "Don't make me think about that.." He whispers, words barely audible over the music.

   A few heads turned to look at the two, including Zach. He smiles, happy for his boys.

   "I mean... Maybe I could just go ahead and take you up on that offer?" Tom gently circles his fingers along Tord's chest. The Norski shifts back and shakes his head.

   "No, I want it to be better than at an entrance to a club." He mumbles, "Go enjoy your time alone... Sorta." He begins to walk away, going to monitor the other rowdy tendance.

   Tom shivers happily, wobbling over to see Zach, "He's nice.."

   "And hot." Zach laughs, "Just, take that hunk of heaven and run with it." He smiles, clapping Tom on the shoulder before making his way to a backroom.

   "Wait... Are you and horns dating?" The dirty blonde bartender asks, tilting her head, "I mean, It's not that I like him, but I just want to warn you if you are." She tucks a strand on her hair behind her ear.

   "Um.. He did ask me but I haven't answered yet." Tom swivels his seat around to eye the green eyed girl, "What's wrong with him?"

    "Well, a few years back I was in prison, you see." She starts, pouring a glass of whiskey for a patreon, "That guy, he was there with me."

   Tom feels a jolt of chills run up and down his spine, causing him to physically shudder.

   "He was in there for killing some dudes in his base, guy's in the army, and he had come in a month after me." The lady moves to be infront of Tom, "He was in some therapy session and stabbed his therapist and two guards with a pen... A fucking pen!"

   "What..?" Tom squints. He knew Tord always had that weird violent tendency to him but this was a lot.

   "Yeah, once my brother came in to check on me, the goody two-shoes, and horns over there banged on the plastic of the phone booth, screaming at him..." She sighs, "Too bad Zachy-boy got some weird Ghandi shit done and it makes him block out negative memories." The blonde rubs her eye, "He kinda... Forgot our parents?"

   "Wait... The Zach who just went back there?" Tom blinks, pointing at the room. The lady nods.

   "Yep. He's my older brother, by two years. I'm Lucy but people call me Luke." She yawns, "But all I'm saying is be careful around that guy, M'kay?" Her accent picks up.

   The eyeless Brit nods.

   "Have a good night, sir." Luke walks down the bar, "Just... Keep some small weapon on you, it's what I had to do with Zach when he had his Bipolar outbursts." She sighs, serving another customer.

   Tom feels somewhat sick. Was this Why Tord was being pushy? Had he gotten therapy? Did it work? The questions buzzed through his mind at thousands of miles per hour.

   "No... He seems okay.." Tom looks at the counter, "Its been a while, he's better now.." He tries to reason.

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   It's been an hour or two and Tom's legs hurt. He rubs his knees and sits by one of the doors, pulling his knees to his chest.

   Tord, who was trying to get a man off the stage, looks back at him. He immediately seems to forget about the original problem and starts to step towards him.

   "What's wrong, Thomas?" He crouches down to look at him.

   "Um.. Nothing, I'm fine.." Tom murmurs.

   "Okay... I wont push." Tord says, setting his hand under Tom's chin, "Just don't look so down." He smiles.

   Tom doesn't want to respond.

   He can't respond.