“I’m not good at stories, Pidge. Why do you need one?”
“Because I’m having the anxiety of a lifetime for the testing we have tomorrow.”
“You’re smart, you’ll do fine. Go to sleep.”
“Ah, come on Hunk, bore me with one of your stories!”
Hunk signed, plugging in his lava lamp for extra light, “Alright, fine. Uh, the story takes place in New Orleans, 1930.”
“No, no, no! Do the flapper days of the 1920’s!”
“Okay, okay! New Orleans, in the 1920’s. With a man named Keith, who is in his early twenties, black hair styled in the long gelled back look. He getting ready for his day.”
“He needs a love interest.” Pidge ordered blankly, “Give them a royal name. Presumably a male lover.” She paused, “It has to be male.”
“Wasn’t that illegal and the punishment …show more content…
Homosexuality had a brief moment of social acceptance in the 1920’s. Gay nightclubs were even around.”
“To make it easier on myself, I’m going to pretend it was okay to practice it as long as it wasn’t in public. If it was in public then… You pay a twenty dollar fine. Racial issues are still a thing, …show more content…
It’s just a vial of pain relieving elixir.” Lance had grabbed a box from his bag thrown by the door, “It isn’t at all bitter,” One click of a lock had the case pop open. He handed Keith the vial after unscrewing the cap.
“Looks dangerous, this isn’t going to put me to sleep will it?”
“Not a fan of sodomy unless it’s consensual,” He relaxed more, “You can take the ‘drug dealing rapist’ label off me if you’d please.”
“Trust me, I never had it on you. I don’t discriminate. Black, white, Asian, Hispanic. As long as you respect me,” Keith had painstakingly drunk it, really hating the taste, “I respect you.”
“What’s that look you got in your eyes?” Lance shook the small bottle out, reverting back to a non-racial conversation, “It’s different from your normal look. They’re cloudy.”
Keith leaned back onto the arm of the couch, “You must be a gypsy,” He rested his head on his fist, “Can you tell how I’m feeling just by how I look at you?”
“I just decided the payment I wanted for your pain medicine.”
“What are you doing!?” Pidge let go of the tight grasp on her pillow, “You can’t sleep now they were about to do gay things!”
“I’m tired and uncomfortable so now I’m going to sleep.”
“Do I get another chapter
“Because I’m having the anxiety of a lifetime for the testing we have tomorrow.”
“You’re smart, you’ll do fine. Go to sleep.”
“Ah, come on Hunk, bore me with one of your stories!”
Hunk signed, plugging in his lava lamp for extra light, “Alright, fine. Uh, the story takes place in New Orleans, 1930.”
“No, no, no! Do the flapper days of the 1920’s!”
“Okay, okay! New Orleans, in the 1920’s. With a man named Keith, who is in his early twenties, black hair styled in the long gelled back look. He getting ready for his day.”
“He needs a love interest.” Pidge ordered blankly, “Give them a royal name. Presumably a male lover.” She paused, “It has to be male.”
“Wasn’t that illegal and the punishment …show more content…
Homosexuality had a brief moment of social acceptance in the 1920’s. Gay nightclubs were even around.”
“To make it easier on myself, I’m going to pretend it was okay to practice it as long as it wasn’t in public. If it was in public then… You pay a twenty dollar fine. Racial issues are still a thing, …show more content…
It’s just a vial of pain relieving elixir.” Lance had grabbed a box from his bag thrown by the door, “It isn’t at all bitter,” One click of a lock had the case pop open. He handed Keith the vial after unscrewing the cap.
“Looks dangerous, this isn’t going to put me to sleep will it?”
“Not a fan of sodomy unless it’s consensual,” He relaxed more, “You can take the ‘drug dealing rapist’ label off me if you’d please.”
“Trust me, I never had it on you. I don’t discriminate. Black, white, Asian, Hispanic. As long as you respect me,” Keith had painstakingly drunk it, really hating the taste, “I respect you.”
“What’s that look you got in your eyes?” Lance shook the small bottle out, reverting back to a non-racial conversation, “It’s different from your normal look. They’re cloudy.”
Keith leaned back onto the arm of the couch, “You must be a gypsy,” He rested his head on his fist, “Can you tell how I’m feeling just by how I look at you?”
“I just decided the payment I wanted for your pain medicine.”
“What are you doing!?” Pidge let go of the tight grasp on her pillow, “You can’t sleep now they were about to do gay things!”
“I’m tired and uncomfortable so now I’m going to sleep.”
“Do I get another chapter