LOCATION: Masque of Red Death MUSE: Andy Alvarez STATUS: Closed | @enshrcuded
The work has been a-okay so far. Andy got some decent tips, no creep coming onto him and no weirdo asking him to do something oddly specific. Beside, he has been low energy lately even after taking a few days off, like something was missing. But now that he is back at work, Andy actually feels a lot better especially after a lap dance or two.
So when his boss told him someone booked him for a private session, he was happy to oblige. He grabs the drinks the client ordered and heads to the private room. "Someone ordered a private dance?" He says playfully as he enters the dimly lit room. After putting down the tray on the table, Andy slowly approaches the patron by the couch. He hops on the laps, grinning. "Anything in particular you're into? I'm not supposed to give special treatment but I could make an exception..."
Andy thinks for a moment, though, something about this man feels familiar. Like the cologne, or that jawline, or the laps... He then finally gets a good look at the man. Without thinking, his hands grab onto the face in front of him, and Andy hears himself saying the name he tried to forget. "Ezra?"