"The Luckiest Man Alive"
by Bix
 
 
 
 
 
 
You are the luckiest man alive
Now that you’ve gone to bed with Clive.
Do not worry if it was ineffectual
And the fact that Clive’s heterosexual.
It doesn’t matter about the failing of your plan...
 
 
 
 “When you look like you...”
 Greg Proops braced himself for Niall Ashdown’s
final line in the “Bartender” game. He knew that in less
than a second, the pun would hit and the audience would 
be laughing at whatever came out of Niall’s mouth to
rhyme with the line, “it doesn’t matter about the
failing of your plan.”
 He stared mischievously into Niall’s blue eyes and
restrained a smile. The man had a flair for improv that,
quite frankly, impressed the hell out of Greg. Not many
people could cast aside any and all inhibitions and jump
into a scenario like Niall, nor did many of the men that 
he worked with have the Englishman’s good looks and
captivating voice on top of it. The shape of his face, 
his hair and his eyes bore a striking resemblance to the
American actor, Gary Sinise... but Niall had a much more
pleasant voice, in Greg’s opinion.
 Greg watched in that brief amount of time as Niall
pointed at him and gave him a mischievous look of his own, 
his eyebrows drawn down and an ironic grin spreading 
across his face as he sung the last line.  Thoughts of his 
attraction to the man across from him flittered across
his mind, but he made himself remain motionless with one
hand on the bar, waiting to hear the final line of
Niall’s song. Only that brief exchange of looks told the 
Real story.
 Niall waited until Richard Vranch played a couple
of notes after his last line, then delivered the final
line in a glorious fashion.
 “You’ve got to get it where you can!” he sang as 
he lowered his voice in a sexy manner, still grinning at
Greg.
 Greg finally allowed himself to smile then, and 
He reached out to shake Niall’s hand almost too eagerly,
desperate for that brief embrace that would tide him over 
until after the show. With the song completed and the 
game over, the two men resumed their seats towards the 
back of the stage. They hardly glanced at each other, 
but both realized that they didn’t need to.
 Their handshake, as arbitrary as it had seemed to
everyone else, sealed a promise between them for later in 
the evening.
 
 

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