5 years ago

In the dark night club, it’s hard to make out a single person in the tangled mass of sweaty bodies, but Oly almost doesn’t need sight to track down Gale on the dancefloor. The diminutive playboy had a way of sticking out in a crowd, which is either a result of or the reason for his stardom. His hips swayed softly to the music which was so loud that only the pulse is discernible. The movement was small, but Oly’s eyes followed back and forth like a cat eyeing a goldfish in a pond. Oly wasn’t the only one. Fellow revelers kept stealing glances, trying to get closer, but they were out of luck. Gale had already found his target for the night.  

 

 Gale was spinning an invisible web around the petite, innocent-looking girl who had blushed prettily when she approached Gale to ask for a dance. She probably thought her good fortune had peaked for the night, but Oly could tell it had only just begun. Gale wanted her, and what Gale wants, he gets.

 

Oly took a sip of his drink as he watched Gale lean in for the kill. He whispered in the girl’s ear, and she froze in place. Yet another lovely blush spread across her cheeks and Oly silently commended Gale for his choice. Gale continued to whisper, placing a hand at the small of the girl’s back. The girl nodded eagerly as she looked at him with wide eyes.

 

Honestly, Oly could understand her surprise. Lady-killer wasn’t exactly a known facet of Gale’s public persona. Though he could certainly turn up the heat for a scene or photoshoot, Gale was generally considered America’s sweetheart. Demure, polite, naïve. This wasn’t exactly wrong. Gale was all those things, but Oly has seen Gale be assertive, disciplined, bold, and reckless. There was no way to put a label on him or put him in the box. This wasn’t for lack of trying though.

 

About a year ago, someone had tried to out Gale as a gay man and linked him to a cheating scandal. Jokes on them though. Gale’s only type was “hot” and even that was up to Gale to define.

 

Was that a camera flash?

 

Oly’s eyes snapped to the fan taking pictures with their cell phone. Gale was leaving the dancefloor now heading towards Oly. The girl started dancing awkwardly alone, no doubt told to wait a moment before following.

 

 

Gale approached and Oly immediately pulled him in by his waist when he got close enough. His lips brushed against Gale’s ear as he whispered.

 

“You have an audience.”

 

Gale looked up into Oly’s eyes, and Oly felt the breath catch in his throat. His friend was beautiful, no doubt about it. Gale stood on his tiptoes to kiss Oly’s cheek.

 

“Thanks, babe.”

 

Another flash. More cellphones pointed their way. Oly and Gale held a loving gaze for one, two, three, four seconds. Then Gale takes Oly’s arm and Oly leads the way out of the club. The girl was given instructions and was probably already being escorted by Oly’s driver to one of Gale’s three homes. That is, of course, if the young lady agreed to a wear the blind fold so she could not find her way there again and signed the papers that say she will be sued if she talks.

 

Meanwhile, Gale and Oly were photographed getting into Gale’s car. Both men waved to their fans as they pulled off. Oly was dropped off at his condo and Gale went off to join his latest conquest. Oly had fulfilled his duty for the night.

 

That night Oly dreamed Gale had chosen him instead. In the morning, he would deny any truth to that fantasy. He would pretend that waking up to reality had not left a pit in his stomach because everyone knows not to mix business and pleasure.