Ambrose Steel Hounds Final Pt

Part 5

Dean hid the bottle of Jack Daniel bottle bubble wrapped behind the sofa. There. He hoped Roman wouldn't open it and figure out what it was. His boyfriend was at work and he didn't want the Samoan man to be on his back about the drinking.

It was just kept there in case Roman searched the secret compartment at the kitchen.

The doorbell to the apartment yelled and Dean found Paul beaming with the rest of Steel Hounds behind him. "Morning, sunshine!"

"Aren't you a morning person," Dean remarked sarcastically. "What's up?"

"Well, let us come in first. Then I'll tell you."

Dean stepped aside. "Okay."

All six men entered including a bouncing Brock. Dean was starting to wonder if he was on Duracell batteries.

Corey grinned once the door closed. "People are raving about us last night."

Okay. That was good news.

"But get this," the rhythm guitarist continued. "He had an idea where we performed three times a week or even more."

"Ummm wasn't the point of this club to allow other bands to have their break?"

Paul rolled his eyes. "The public doesn't know that yet. And stop hiding, Dean. I know that you enjoyed performing last night."

"Well of course I did. Performing is what I do. But how will people react to this though?"

Seth smirked. "Our fans will love it."

"I'm not sure, Seth. I mean... it'll be back to the old days then."

"Yes, Dean. Except this club belongs to us."

The idea had its merit. And he'd get to live it out on stage. "You know what? Hell yeah!"

"Paul's a genius," Jeff declared.

"Oh that I am." Paul adjusted his tie. "I'm going to advertise it in the papers and your website. We're back in business, boys!"

All five members cheered while Brock continued to bounce.

When Roman came back from work, Dean jumped into his arms and planted kisses all over his face. He laughed and gave Dean a long kiss while kicking the door shut with his left leg. "What's got you so excited?" he asked, sitting down on the couch to remove his socks.

"Asylum is Steel Hounds' home ground," Dean announced. "We'll be performing there a certain number of days and people will come out here to see us!"

Roman raised an eyebrow. "Whatever happened to helping people to get their big break?"

"Well, they can play in between the days we aren't playing. We haven't worked out the details but the point is I get to perform!"

He could see how much it meant to Dean so he congratulated him. "I hope it works out."

"Oh it will." He paused. "Did your friends call you?"

"Just Jason," Roman replied. "He said the kit helped with the hangover."

"He's not coming back anytime soon, is he?"

The Samoan man thought back to his conversation with Jason earlier that morning. "Nah. I think they've experienced it once and it was enough."

His boyfriend was beaming as if he was proud of that fact. "It's not for everyone even though it's just a place to have a good time."

"I think how people choose to have a good time is subjective, baby boy."