Fabien Geroux

“Oh dear…I forgot about that aspect” She winced a little as she frowned at the idea. “At least you’ll have me here with my basic easy drinks to give you relief from the frozen concoctions”  She  offered with a small smile before perking up  a little when he offered to show her around. “Really?” she all but bounced in her seat. “What you don’t see enough of me around here that you  actually want to spend more time with me?” She teased lightly before nodding. “I’d really like that though.”

“Fortunately most of them tip okay” said Fabien. New York City was not a cheap city to live in, and he basically survived on tips. Then he nodded. “For that, I’m grateful.” It was good to know that at least one person wouldn’t ask him for something complicated that night. With a laugh, he said “Its the least I can do for my best customer.” He winked at her playfully. “We could go check out the Met and try to bribe the bouncer to let us into 1 OAK.”

FABIEN GEROUX is a 27 year old PANSEXUAL CISMALE that was born on MARCH 10. HE lives in QUEENS, but they’re originally from MONTREAL, CANADA. They are a BARTENDER for a living, and often get told they look like LANDON LIBOIRON. We wish them the best of luck in the city that never sleeps!

“I don’t think I’ve ever been as excited for summer break to happen as I am currently. Don’t get me wrong I love all my kids…most of the time…but these last few months were just…exhausting” Mo sighed as she ran her fingers lightly through her hair. “I’m glad I didn’t agree to teach any summer school classes…but now I don’t know what I’m going to do with all my free time, I need some hobbies or something. Any ideas?” 

“I think summer is as great for teachers as it is awful for bartenders” said Fabien with a sigh. “I’m already anticipating the line of college students on summer break looking for frozen drinks.” Those were a pain in the ass to make. “But I’m happy you have the summer off. How about we explore the city some?” Fabien had been in New York just long enough to know where things were, but not so long he found tourist attractions draining. “I can take you to see all the sights.”

It was a quiet day in the otherwise busy life of Reese. She finally took a moment to have time for herself and just relax in a nice little coffee shop, looking outside of the window at the New Yorkers passing by. She’d been away for a while, but it was nice to be back in the city, surrounded by everything that she had grown to love. Including the weird street performer that everyone thought had a few marbles loose. When someone sat beside her, she turned to them with a large grin and warm hello. “It seems like if I blink, I miss it all. But I have been away a while. What have I missed? Tell me everything!”

Fabien had the day off today, having worked late the night before. He’d stopped into the coffee shop to get some much need caffeine. After ordering his usual drink, he took a seat behind a woman. As he sat down, he caught sight of the street performer outside. “I understand how that feels” he said. “This city seems to move a hundred times faster than any other.” Especially compared to one like Montreal, whose population was only a fraction of New York’s. “Well, there’s a good chance this heatwave is going to bring a city-wide blackout” he said with a frown. “Which should be fun in this weather.” Fabien was not used to the heat of the city in the summer, even after living there for almost three years. “I can’t wait for winter.”

The city that never sleeps, that’s for sure. Asher looked at his clock as the hours grew later in his studio. He’d been listening to music so long, all of the tracks had seemed to melt together, creating an endless loop of repetitive garbage. He closed his laptop, a earth shattering sigh leaving his lips. He didn’t care to stop it. He walked out of the music studio and onto the damp city streets, the sky growing darker as the lights grew brighter. He took a sharp left turn into the nearest bar, plopping his body down in the only empty stool lining the crowded bar. The bartender brought him his regular drink, Jameson and ginger ale on the rocks. His eyes trailed to the person beside him, aching to speak to someone after a long day of harmonies and verses. Asher turned his head, puffing his chest out slightly as he began to speak. “So, what are you drinking?” He asked, attempting to spark some type of conversation.

Fabien glanced up from his drink and shot the other man a grin. “Its a lemon drop” he said. He wasn’t really a cocktail person. In fact, in his professional life he hated lemon drops, because they were a pain in the ass to make. “Its my night off from bartending and I figured it was someone else’s turn to work hard for their money.” Fabien tipped well whenever he went out to a bar. He didn’t want to be a complete asshole, especially not when he lived off tips himself. He took a sip of his drink, making a face at the flavor. “I probably should have just stuck with a beer” he admitted afterwards. Fabien could make a variety of cocktails, but he preferred his drinks more simple.

As Matthew parked the car by the sidewalk, he looked around to see if someone was coming while he would just give the car a final look to make sure everything was nice and clean. It has been almost a year he’s working with Uber and his grades had always been high.Matthew’s car was a navy blue mazda6 sedan, a great car and he loved to work around the streets of New York sometimes. As the door on the passager seat opened and someone entered the car, Matty gave it a smile. “ ━ Hi! Sorry for the two minute delay, traffic isn’t exactly the best around here right now.” Matthew grinned and pressed the start trip. “ ━ So… where to?”

Fabien shrugged as he slid into the passenger seat. “Don’t worry about it” he said. “I’ve lived here for three years and I still haven’t gotten used to the traffic.” Getting around the city could be a mess sometimes. “I’m headed towards the Met” he added. He’d been looking for something to do indoors, where there was sure to be air-conditioning, and a friend had suggested he visit the museum. He’d yet to visit it once in the years he’d been living in New York, although he’d heard it was one of the best museums in the country.