Sweet Dreams
Tonight is a hotel night, blessedly, but while the soft pillows and fresh sheets are calling to him like a dreamy sonata, hotel night also means sex-with-Ryan night, and Brendon is not passing that up.*
Tonight is a hotel night, blessedly, but while the soft pillows and fresh sheets are calling to him like a dreamy sonata, hotel night also means sex-with-Ryan night, and Brendon is not passing that up.*
Gerard looks up and sees Frank’s head poking around the corner of the door to his office.*
He has about eight minutes left. This is also, coincidentally, how long Brendon has left to live if he does not return Spencer’s aftershave.*
She down Brendon had seen her staring, because Spencer hadn’t been able to keep her eyes off her for the rest of the shoot. She’s pretty sure everyone had seen her staring.*
“This is political,” Gerard announces, and kisses him.*
“Hotel night!” Brendon chirps, inserting herself into the middle of the cluster of people and bags in the lobby. “I call Spencer!”*
After the show, there’s the usual pile-up in the lounge to get some food and watch a movie.*
“You have no idea what you’re doing, okay?” Ryan says in exasperation, blowing out a huffy breath. “I’m just saying. I think…I might know a guy.”*
It’s a Friday night, and the rest of Midtown is at a hot wings place trying to beat the locals at trivia. Normally Gabe would be with them, but he’d been sidestage watching the Academy set tonight when Bill had demonstrated pole-dancing with his microphone stand, so he has other plans.*
There’s a pirate hiding in the C-deck stairwell.* In the same universe as Behind the Sea.
It’s about three a.m. when the guy comes in, Frank guesses, because he’s just getting the itch for a cigarette but knows he doesn’t have another break coming for a while. The guy is young, although not that young, not a college kid on his first strip joint tour or hazing for a frat, and anyway he doesn’t look like the type.* Sequel to Straight Up Chicago Style.
“Wait, you’re the psychic?” isn’t the best first impression Gabe has ever made.* In the Behind the Sea verse.
“This isn’t exactly what I thought you had in mind when you said retreat, bro,” Gabe comments, fingers digging into muscle just enough to make William’s shoulders rise.*
He’s glad he didn’t know about William’s questionable lifestyle choice before they met, because he’d had this vision in his head of what Shakespearean actors were like, and frankly he wanted nothing to do with those weirdos.*