Three weeks after the dance
Addi scowled from his seat at the bar. "Hey baby, why the long face?" the bartender asked him with a knowing smirk.
Addison glared at him and growled, "shut the hell up Rondo, you know goddamn well what the problem is"
The man just laughed. Addison was right. He knew exactly what the problem was. The problem had started coming to their club shortly after Halloween. And currently the problem was sitting at a booth across the floor staring glossy eyed at Addison.
The first time Rondo had seen Lyle Prince in Spicy he almost shit himself. It wasn't every day a celebrity like him came to a gay club on the west end of the city. No. But every Thursday he would sit and drink for a while before coming over to harass the local pretty-boy table washer.
The man seriously wanted to take Addison on a date but the stubborn table washer declined vehemently every time. Rondo thought it was pointless playing so hard to get. Addi would cave eventually and go out with the man. He could see the young man's resolve weakening already. Although Rondo had a feeling it had less to do with a change of heart and more to do with how much Lyle Prince interfered with Addison's job.
And Rondo thought it was exceedingly funny that, for how crazy Lyle Prince was about Addison, the man didn't even know his name.
Well, Lyle would have a name by the end of the night because tonight was a special night at Spicy. Tonight was a drag night. Any drag queen or drag king got drinks for a dollar. Of course, the staff had to participate and put on a show. Addison often graced them with his outstanding musical talent, playing violin, piano, steel drum or even singing.
Tonight was a singing night.
The announcer called the first of the staff up to the stage and he began to dance very provocatively. Really got the crowd going. She took a bow after she was done and quickly exited he performance area.
Another queen and then a king went and then Addison was up. As the announcer was introducing his number Addison wiped his palms on his raggy skirt.
Rondo raised an eyebrow at the gesture. "Nervous?" he teased. It was unusual to see any signs of nerves from the boy. He was a natural born performer and relished the time spent under the bright lights.
"And now with a song from Carmen is Spicy's very own Daniella."
Addison slid off the stool he had been sitting on and seductively slunk his way up to the stage. Some touchy customers grabbed at his skirt on the way to the stage area and he gave them a look halfway between seductive temptress and coy disapproval.
Lyle watched in fascination as the beautiful guy from the Halloween party went up on the stage. The announcer had said he was singing a song from Carmen and Lyle couldn't wait to know what he' sing from the Bizet opera.
He was dressed like Carmen, there was no doubt about that, but would Daniella be able to sing any of the soprano numbers and do them justice? Lyle liked the guy, but he seriously doubted it could be done.
Daniella made it o the stage and grabbed a handheld microphone. Then she struck a dramatic pose and waited for the music to begin.
Lyle almost shit himself when the beautiful drag queen began to sing La Habanera. Holy crap, the man was a counter tenor!
It was amazing to hear those beautiful high notes coming from a man. And the way he moved and sang the song was damn near the sexiest thing Lyle had ever seen. As he watched Daniella on the stage he forgot that anything else existed. Their eyes met and suddenly the gypsy was slinking her way over to Lyle.
Many guys shot him glares as she sang part of her song directly to him and even gave him light caress on the cheek. The touch left Lyle's cheek tingling long after the sweet fingers broke contact. He wanted the guy to touch him more. And not just because it was part of a performance. He was definitely going to ask the man out again tonight.
The song ended and Daniella left the stage. She made her way back over to the bar and immediately scowled at the Cheshire smile on Rondo's face.
"I saw that," the man said slyly.
"I don't know what you're talking about,"" Addison pouted taking a seat at the bar.
"Sure you don't," Rondo sighed. "Why don't you just go out with him if you find him so attractive?"
Addison's face turned red. "I don't," he began a little too loud causing several heads to turn in his direction. He lowered his voice and hissed, "I don't find him attractive."
"Uh huh."
"I-I don't," he winced and Rondo gave him a stern look, "Oh, bollocks. Fine you win," Addison threw his hands up in the air in defeat. "I think the guy's amazingly attractive and if it wasn't for the way we met, and my stepmother, I'd go out with him in a heartbeat!" Addison admitted in a rush still flailing his hands around.
He almost jumped out of his seat when his hand was grabbed gently by another. He turned around and his eyes widened in horror when he saw that none other than Lyle Prince had caught his hand. Of course it'd be him. Clearly the universe hated Addison.
Rondo laughed loudly and went to clean dishes at the other end of the bar. Bastard.
"How much did you hear?" Addison asked quietly not really sure if he even wanted to know the answer.
And to his annoyance the man answered his question with a question, "Were you talking about me?"
"Damn!" Addison cursed.
"You think I'm sexy. You wanna date me," Lyle sang smirking.
Addison felt a smile tugging at his lips. The man's blasted good mood was infectious. What was the point of fighting his attraction to this guy? He remembered the party. His stepmother's want to marry into the man's family through Marissa. Oh yeah, they'd definitely kill him, or worse, if they found out he was dating Lyle Prince. That wiped the tentative smile off of his face.
"No," he spoke not even able to convince himself that the word was truthful.
Lyle stepped closer to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Why won't you go out with me? What are you so afraid of?"
Addison took a deep breath before saying, "My stepmother."
"You're what, Twenty-one years old-"
"Twenty-three actually," Addison interrupted.
"Whatever. You don't need your stepmother's permission to do anything."
Addison chuckled dryly, "It's not her permission. She thinks her daughter's going to marry you."
Eww... the look on Lyle's face showed Addison exactly what Lyle thought of that idea. Also, how likely it was to happen.
"well... does your stepmother know you dress in drag?"
Addison shook his head unsure of where this was going.
Lyle grinned. He had an idea that would probably suit both of them. They'd get to be with each other and Addison's stepmother wouldn't be any the wiser about their relationship.
"Would you go out with me Daniella?" Lyle asked.
Oh, I see, Addison thought Lyle's plan was brilliant. His stepmother didn't know that he dressed like Daniella. It was the perfect way to go out in public with Lyle and not draw any attention to himself at home. Only his friends would know what's really going on.
"I'd love to, with one condition," Addison replied.
"Name it," Lyle was ready to promise anything t date this man.
"When we're alone, call me Addison."
Ahh, so that was his name. It seemed to fit him well.
Addison.
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Addison was pacing back and forth in Eva's room. It was two hours before Lyle was supposed to pick him up and he was already sweating bullets. He wiped his hands on his jeans and continued his nervous pacing. Eva came out of her room holding a cute top and some jeans. She took on look at her friend and threw him the clothing.
"For God's sake, Addison, calm down. You're going to the zoo not death row."
Addison sighed raking a hand through his hair, "You're right. I'm just so nervous about everything."
"Everything will be fine. The date will be great. You guys will have fun and no one, aside from your really good friends and some of the customers from Spicy will recognize you," Eva assured. "Now, let's make you pretty."
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Lyle was all smiles as he sat on the couch at his friend's house. She rented the place while studying astronomy at the university where he had met Addison.
Speaking of Addison, their first date was coming up in a few hours. "Mel," Lyle called out to his friend who was rummaging in the kitchen for something to eat, "did I ever thank you for suggesting I go to that Halloween Party?"
Mel walked into the room holding a bag of bagels and two glasses of water. Handing one to Lyle, she plopped down on the couch next to him. "No, why?" she asked eyes burning with curiosity.
He looked at her with a big dopey smile and it all fell into place.
"You got laid?" she asked incredulously. "And you didn't tell me?"
Lyle frowned. "I didn't get laid. Why would you even think that?"
"That was your 'I got laid' smile," she explained like it was obvious.
Lyle gaped at her, He so did not have an "I got laid" smile and, "I didn't get laid." When he saw her about to argue he added, "But I did meet someone and we're going on our first date in," he looked at his Rolex, "oh, about two hours."
"WHAT!" Mel screamed. "You met someone?"
"Yup," Lyle confirmed smugly.
"And it took you three weeks to arrange date number one?"
"They were playing hard t get," Lyle explained shrugging it off like it wasn't a big deal.
Mel looked at him in disbelief. Someone played hard to get with Lyle Prince? Usually people threw themselves at him without a second thought. Her interest was peaked. She wanted to meet this guy and make sure there was genuine interest on his end. Lyle looked like he might seriously be interested in this one and she didn't want him getting hurt. "Are you still coming here on Thanksgiving?" she asked her friend.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Lyle promised.
"Good. Invite your friend."
"It's only a week away," Lyle whined.
"Ask him anyway," she stated. Discussion closed.
Looks like Lyle'd be inviting Addison over for Thanksgiving.
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