You Make Me Sick... With Love. ((Dobster/Damian))

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Dobster was led to the bar and then, annoyingly, dropped as Ryker went out to find his mate. Dobster waved to the bartender and ordered three straight shots to get him started.

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Beau was called up onstage and he was singing now, wowing the crowd with his beautiful face and deep voice. Damien watched the performance, not noticing when the beautiful photographer from earlier sat next to him.

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Dobster groaned as a big, burly, and majorly drunken Giver leaned in next to him. He immediately put his hand up in front of the guys face. "Seek life elsewhere."

The man burped and scratched his belly. "C'mon now, baby. You-"

"Did you seriously just fucking burp on me?" He growled, wiping his hand off on a napkin. "Back off before I-" Dobster jumped off of his stool just in time to avoid being flattened by the hefty Giver as he passed out cold.

Staring at the man incredulously, he looked heavenward and said to himself, "Is this supposed to be funny?"

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Damien turned around at the commotion. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked Dobster as Ryou went to go get a bouncer to toss the guy out.

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"I was two seconds away from being a multi-flavored pancake," he glanced over at the man's direction. "What do you think?"

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Damien frowned his nose a bit. "Yeah, you wouldn't have stood a chance." he agreed, looking at the fat waste of matter.

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Dobster stared at the man for a moment, noting that frown. Did the fellow actually seem concerned? How odd.

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"You are alright though?" Damien asked the male, turning his attention back to him.

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Dobster nodded slowly. "Yeah..." Scratching the back of his head, he said, "Uh, I heard you sing yesterday. I guess a person could say you have a nice voice."

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Damien blinked at the male. "Thank you." he said, looking at the male. "I guess a person could say your pictures are nice too."

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"Thanks," but he frowned. His pictures weren't nice, they were the best thing he did on a daily basis. He didn't comment further though, his giver having reminded him over and over again that he needed to learn to take a compliment.

Looking over the counter at his spilled drink that was currently being cleaned up by the barkeep, he sighed.

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"Hey, Ryou, can you get him another one?" Damien asked, helping to get the stuff up from the floor. "I'll pay for it."

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"This is awkward," Dobster thought aloud before turning to Damien. "I've decided that you're handsome."

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Damien blinked, looking up from where he was throwing some napkins away. "Have you now?" he blinked.

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Dobster nodded curtly. "Very much so. Do you think I drag my ass down here for just any reason?" Moving in a little closer to the man, he said, "And the way your eyes were on me last night, I think maybe the feeling is mutual."