Mon Chérie

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Zach gets in the back seat of his car, the small red rose Jack gave him was on his hand.

He admired it.

No one ever gave him just one rose. It was always huge bouquets of flowers from people he never saw in his life.

It felt amazing to get them in the beginning but getting them almost every day felt... boring and part of his routine.

But this rose was out of his routine. It felt velvety and warm, like someone poured all their love into it and gave him the flower.

"Who was that man that was talking to you?"

Typical Myta, always wanting to know the unnecessary details of his life.

"Just a guy thanking me for helping his sister with her makeup." Until it hit him.

He doesn't know his name.

He doesn't know the name of the beautiful and warm man that gave him the red rose.

"Why did you help her? Was this the reason you were terrible at the show?"

"I helped her because she didn't have anyone else to fix her makeup. It's called being a decent human being."

You should try to learn what it is.

Myta parks the car in their garage, or should I say Zach's garage, since most things they own is because of the brunet's talent.

Zach. makes a beeline to his room, more specifically, his window.

He takes out the pack of cigarettes from his bag and opens it. It only had one.

He puts it back in the bag and goes to the bathroom.

He takes the tights off and carefully untucks* his parts, not wanting to hurt himself.

"Fucking bitch." He curses, accidentally hurting himself.

"Cmon dude, you've been doing this almost every night for ten years." He rips out the final bit of tape.

"Shit, my balls." He whimpers and lays his head on his counter for a bit.

Once the pain subsided he took the rest of his clothes off and took a shower to clean off the rest of the makeup and the sweat off his body.

Zach puts on a hoodie and some sweatpants and grabs his wallet.

"Where are you going?"

"Going for a walk." He walks out the house and makes his way to his favorite bar.

Midnight Temptation.

The brunet still remembers the first time he saw this bar. It was a cold winter night and was returning from a performance when his eyes adverted to a big shining star and a neon crescent moon.

He gets in and the noise almost pushed him back outside.

Zach puts the hood on and checks his phone.

Tonight is Fighting Tuesday, so that explains all the noise.

He sits down on the bar.

"Hey man, what can I get you?" A faux blond with bright blue eyes greets him. He's known as Daniel Seavey.

He takes out the pack of cigarettes and shows him.

"We stopped selling those here. We have juuls though."

"Juuls?"

Daniel shows him a juul.

"It's less cancerous than cigs and it has flavors."