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A Night on the Town





    It was seven o’clock, and the regulars were starting to leek into the small, underground bar. The resident cross dresser, Loraine, flounced in, wearing a leather mini skirt and a blue silk halter top. His – er, her stilettos clicked sharply as she made her way across the dance floor, waving at Don, the elderly bartender as she passed.



    “Hey, doll-face, he said. Loraine turned and winked at him.



    “Evening, Don. Gonna be a busy night,” she said, tossing her keys to him. He caught them and placed them on a shelf beneath the bar.



    “Who knows!” he said with a grin.



    “It wasn’t a question, love,” Loraine said, flipping her blond hair over her shoulder.



    At that moment, one of the regulars, Xandir, walked in. Loraine turned, and when her eyes fell upon him, she squealed and ran toward him, jumping into his arms.



    “Oh, Xandir! You haven’t been here in two week! I’ve missed you!” she exclaimed. With a charming grin, he kissed her cheek.



    “And the profits declined, too!” Don laughed good-naturedly.



    Xandir was the bar’s main source of revenue, as he was very well to do. At the age of seventeen, his grandparents died, leaving the family business and fortune to him. At eighteen, he inherited everything, including their summer estate in Australia, and their not-so-small-and=quaint cabin in the Rockies. Now, at twenty-three, the dark haired, bright eyed young man was one of the wealthiest in the country, though not well known. He preferred that, anyway; he could do the things he loved with minimal paparazzi.



    He walked over to the counter, his arm draped around Loraine’s waist.



    “Sorry to be gone for so long, Don. Business meeting in Tokyo,” he explained, tossing his keys onto the counter.



    “Nn. Were there any ‘geisha’?” Xandir grinned.



    “Two words, my friend: Hentai Restaurants.” Loraine gasped and looked at him.



    “You went to one of those filthy places? The girls there look like skanks! They wear next to nothing!” she said, her eyes glinting. Xandir grinned again.



    “I know.” Loraine swatted his arm away from her. “I couldn’t help it! They would shove their asses in my face. Okimura actually had one sitting in his lap, the dog!” Xandir tossed his head back and laughed, his raven hair falling away from his face.



    At his side, Loraine sighed dreamily. Gods above, he’s beautiful she thought. With his obsidian hair, sky blue eyes, and perfectly angled face, he was every girl’s dream come true. Everything about him was perfect, down to his well sculpted but slim figure. And he was rich as sin!



    “What more could you ask for?” she whispered to herself.



    “What was that, Raine?” Xandir asked, casting her a sideways glance.



    “Nothing, darling. Now, how about we get some drinks?” she suggested. Agreeing, Xandir slapped his palm on the counter.



    “Tonight, the house bill is on me! Put it all on my tab, Don! Now, let’s drink the night away!” he shouted into the empty bar. The few people who were there, however, cheered at him. Loraine smiled.



    “Just a Grey Goose, Don. I’ll have to drive this kid home later,” she said, nudging Xandir, who was already slamming his first empty shot glass down on the counter.

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    It was well into the early morning when the bar began to close, and people began to stagger out, some alone, some not. Xandir and Loraine were the last ones there, and currently, Xandir was slouched over the counter, demanding another beer, and giggling helplessly at a girl who was dragging her passed out boyfriend out the door. Loraine sighed at him and hefted him out of the stool.



    “Alright, kiddo, it’s time I get you home. You’re going to have one hell of a hangover when you wake up, love,” she said to him.



    “I’ll be fine, Raine. WAIT!! NO SHTOP!!” he shouted. She let go of him, and he leaned over the counter, his face inches from Don’s. “I love you, Don. You’re the besht barntetter ever.” Don nearly gagged at the scent of the alcohol, but he patted him on the shoulder.



    “And you’re the best customer. Now go home and get some shut eye," the elder man advised.



    "Yeah, I'm thinking I'll do that," Xandir muttered. "Kay, Raine. I'm ready to go bye-byes," he said with a giggle. Loraine sighed and wrapped her arm around his waist, supporting his stumbling steps.



    "Don't worry, Don. I'll make sure he gets home safe and sound." Taking both sets of keys from the bartender, Loraine wished him a good night, and set off to Xandir's penthouse suite.



    As she drove, the Chicago night lights nearly blinded her; seven years in this city and she had yet to get used to them. Xandir, however, seemed to be enjoying them, as he was giggling and laughing and pointing at them in awe and wonder. Loraine smiled as she pulled up to the condo. Wasting no time, she tossed the keys to a valet, and managed to pull Xandir out of the passenger's side. They made their way inside, where they took the elevator to the top floor, the penthouse.



    Opening the door, Loraine half-dragged Xandir inside. Looking around, she deduced where the bedroom was, and hefted him in that direction. Divesting him of his shirt and shoes, she laid him down on the bed as gently as she could. As soon as he was on the bed, he was out, his mind slipping away under the crushing force of sleep. He rolled over on his side and curled up, hugging a pillow to his body. Loraine sighed. He was so cute. Nevertheless, she leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his cheek and left the bedroom.



    She walked into the kitchen and left a small note telling him who had brought him home and whatnot. She didn't want him worrying, as he was wont to do. She signed it Your Lovely Loraine and placed a kiss on the paper. Smiling with satisfaction, she left the penthouse, closing the door gently behind her.



    "Goodnight, Xandir."