NO FUN CLUB

4

'Thanks, have a good night!' Gerard said to the girl after handing her the beer.

He had never seen the bar so crowded. It was concert night.

He had never heard of the band, but by the looks of it, they were kind of big.

'Gerard!' he heard Paco say. 'Can you please not flirt with every girl you see? You have a line!' He sounded a little frustrated, but again, it was a busy night, and they were short staffed. Gerard rarely saw him work front of the house, but in a night like this one, he had no choice. He was bartending most of the night, except when security called him about some kind of problem.

After a couple hours Paco's frustration turned into anger and he was taking it out on everyone. Including customers. 'You don't have money, you don't get booze –,' he said, almost yelling at a guy, and Jamia had to intervene or he would have punch him too.

'On the house,' she said to the guy. 'Just this one.' And then took Paco to the back, and started yelling at him. 'What the fuck is wrong with you?! Which one of your boyfriends didn't text you back?'

He just laughed. 'You really think it's about them?'

'Isn't it?'

'No.'

'Then what is it?' She stood in front of him with her arms crossed in front of her.

'I'm just tired. Came here straight from the pharmacy and then taking my grandpa home.' He let out a sigh, holding his head with both his hands. 'I just need a break, okay?'

'Well, not today, honey. Take five, and we need you back there.'

Before Jamia ran back out, he grabbed his cigarettes and went outside. He did need a break. And on top of his two jobs, he had to sort his free time between his three boyfriends and potential flings. He just needed a fucking break from everything.

When he went back inside after two cigarettes, he was a little more relaxed, and went to help Gerard with the line of customers waiting to be helped.

It seemed like it would never end but as the headlining band was finishing their set and everyone was paying more attention to them, Paco, Gerard and Jamia could finally have a second to breathe. 'Finally,' Gerard said, wiping the sweat off his face.

Jamia just laughed. 'Don't get too excited.'

Like she had warned him, another crowd formed a line right after the show ended. Paco went to check something with one of the security guys, and didn't come back before closing time. 'Time to clean,' Jamia announced, heading to the stage area with a broom. 'Frank won't be back to help, so I recommend you hurry up, cause we'll be here for a while.'

Gerard nodded , already wiping the counters, and taking all the glasses to the back. Then he headed to the restroom. He knew it was going to be a fucking mess in there, so he'd better finish that first.

And maybe he was too focused on what he was doing because he never heard the noises coming from inside. It wasn't until he opened the door, that he saw two men fucking in the corner. The one doing the fucking had longish blond hair. Not that Gerard stared for too long. But the one pinned against the wall with his legs around the other's waist looked familiar. Of course. It had to be Paco.

Moaning and panting as the other man thrusted inside him. He hadn't even seen someone had come in, let alone that it was Gerard.

Shit.

Now he had to run out of there as past as possible.

'Everything okay?' Jamia said when he was back in the main floor. 'It looks like you've just seen a ghost.'