Love, It Kills. » Places

         Swan looked around his bar as workers got ready for the night rushes. Even this early they still had customers but it was one or two that really just liked to watch the people. Swan understood the appeal and let them. Most of the time the watchers were females watching the mainly male staff. He chuckled at the thought. He only had two female employees, one had no interests in males and the other was completely asexual.

As he finished wiping off the bar counter, his phone sung to him. He blinked some. It was the tone that he used for Matt, his best friend and avid hater of texting. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he quickly speed-dialed the other male, worried something had happened. The times Matt had text him, something horrid had gone down with him and his little, meek toy. Growling at the thought, he tapped his foot impatiently.

The minute he heard something on the other side, he jumped on his chance. "Oh my gods, Matt, are you okay? Did something happen? Are you hurt? Oh gods, please tell me you're okay! I swear if something happened to you, I will maim someone!" He all but exclaimed, his chest heaving. Some of the workers looked at him, worried for the poor soul on the other side of the phone.