"Stop being a dramatic queen," Chloe tells Luke as they sit opposite each other in a booth at the Diner.
"It's drama queen," He corrects. "Do you have a better idea?!"
"You could stay at my house?"
Luke scoffs, "Yeah, I'm sure your parents will love that!"
"Well, what are you going to do in Melbourne?"
"Model?..." He ponders out loud.
"You're skinny enough," Agrees Chloe. "You have like the worlds most perfect hair."
Luke thinks for a moment, then bursts out with, "I could be a go-go boy! I've seen them at Arq, I could make, like, a couple hundred dollars a night!"
"Maybe I could come with you?"
"That would be great!"
"Only..." Chloe says, slowly and regretfully, "I have to be home by eleven..."
"Well, I'm going." Luke says decisively, getting a piece of paper out of his back pocket. "Look at this, it's a confirmation number, I charged it to a credit card."
"Since when do you have a credit card?!"
"I didn't say it was mine...I took Michael's."
Chloe's mouth drops open, "That's like stealing, you could be charged for that!"
Luke shrugs off her concerns, "I'll pay him back, as soon as I get a job! I've got to get out of here, now!"
~~~
"Fifty years?!" Corey's eyes had grown wider and wider as Calum told them about the couple he'd met that morning for brunch.
"Poor suckers," Michael comments, sucking the end of his straw.
"Do you think they still do it?" Corey asks, screwing his nose up.
Calum shrugs, "At their age it's not about sex."
"No, it's about life support," Michael says, sniggering.
Sam disagrees, "You can have sex at any age!"
"That means there's still hope for you!" Michael tells him seriously before turning to Calum, "So, when are you and the Doc going to start massaging each others prostates?"
"Would you give him a break?" Corey intervenes, fed up of Michael's constant put downs when it comes to Calum's love life. "He's having enough trouble deciding!"
"Then why not consult Mysterious Marilyn?" Comes a voice from behind Corey, "What will it be boys? Palms? Tarot? A spin around the Ouiji? Only twenty dollars!"
Michael pffts to himself, rolling his eyes almost as fast as he's stirring his drink but Sam looks around the table and then gets up, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket as he says, "Alright. Ten dollars and not a cent more "
"Mysterious Marilyn senses you're an accountant," the drag queen says, crossing her legs as she turns to Sam.
"Ooooh! She's good!" Corey squeaks, getting up so fast his chair spins.
"You. The one with the boyfriend. Sit," Marilyn says, looking directly at Calum. Sam could have sworn that she'd never looked around from her perch at the bar when they were talking, how does she know they were talking about Calum?
Calum duly sits next to her at the bar. "Put your digits on the ouiji sweetheart," She orders. Corey takes a long sip of his drink, his eyes as round as saucers as he sucks on his straw.
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Queer as Muke
Fanfiction"The thing you need to know is, it's all about sex. It's true. In fact they say men think about sex every twenty-eight seconds. Of course that's straight men. With gay men it's every nine." Twenty nine year old advertising executive Michael Cliffor...
