Chris took a step back “Hi? They let you back here?” He laughed “I told them you were expecting me, a little lie I know but I needed to see you after that! Both of you!” Chris turned and Oliver was standing a few feet away, almost unnaturally still and with his head down. Marcus was still burbling away about how good they’d been and how excited he was to meet Anya after her amazing show. Some of the words filtered through but mostly it was a steady stream of white noise as all Chris could see was Oliver. He wanted to grab him again and see where that kiss was going but that seemed inappropriate now. Now he had to get rid of Marcus. “You really shouldn’t be back here Marcus, I’m glad you came to see the show but I have plans after with Oliver”. The man in question jerked his head up like a bad stop motion puppet at the mention of his name and stared unseeingly at Marcus. Who was at the moment giving all the reasons he could think of for them all to go for a drink together. Before Chris could interrupt and give all of his own reasons that would be the last thing he wanted, Oliver finally spoke.

"No that sounds good to me”. Chris whipped around and stared at him in complete disbelief. “I could do with a drink”. Chris stood there, frozen and horrified. But Marcus was greatly cheered by this and was naming all the places they could go. Oliver turned and left to wash the last traces of Anya, and Chris, away. Chris stood, his beard still an oil slick and his hair stuck up at funny angles. He was still wearing a dress and heels but his makeup was gone. He looked like something from a piece of anti drag propaganda. Marcus went to kiss him again and Chris took another step back. “Marcus, I’m happy to meet you for coffee and I’m glad you came and enjoyed the show but I don’t want to kiss you. I’m not..I’m not interested in that” Marcus looked shocked, his mouth working like a carp with the hook ripped out. He took a step closer. “Oh, I thought that that’s what you were looking for on the app? I’m sorry I overstepped?” Chris felt sick. And embarrassed. “You didn’t overstep, I just wasn’t clear about my boundaries and that’s on me”. Oliver came out and looked at them standing close together. “I’m ready”. 

Chris worked frantically to get his clothes off, struggling with his corset which had somehow wrapped itself in his fishnets. He was getting panicked and was seconds away from taking a scissors to the whole affair. Every second he spent trying to untangle himself was another second Oliver and Marcus were out there together. He didn’t want them together, he didn’t want all three of them to go out. He had a weird moment of hysteria where he imagined both of them deciding to get together and leaving him behind. He bent over and used his teeth and nails to rip his fishnets. Why did Marcus still want to go out with them? Had he taken Anya’s performance, dripping sex, as an invitation. Oh lord what if he wanted both of them? Some sort of sordid ménage a trois. His heart was pounding like a drummer doing a particularly pretentious solo. 

He got everything off with what he’d like to call minimal damage to the clothing but his lovely corset may have had some bite marks on it. He burst out the door and saw Oliver sitting with his head down and Marcus just..still talking. Yammering away like his conversation partner didn’t look like he was ready to jump off the bridge. “-and that’s what I said to him! Oh there you are!” Marcus finished when Chris made his way over, sweating and stressed. He ignored Marcus and turned to Oliver “You can go home if you want to love. You don’t have to do this”. Marcus was talking again, Chris had to stop himself from blocking him on the spot. “No, I have to.” Oliver said. Chris put his hand out to Oliver who took it and stood. For a moment they were just holding hands but then Oliver let go and the gulf between them spread and cracked until Chris felt nauseous. He wanted to touch him, he wanted to tell Marcus where to go, he wanted Oliver so badly it was killing him.