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Harbor drew in a shallow breath as he scanned the bar, trying to decide who to approach. His knee bounced a bit, a nervous habit, and he pushed some of his blonde hair away from his eyes. He knew exactly what to do- go over, flirt a little, offer his services for about a hundred bucks, probably with some stupid one-liner about how, for a small fee, he would "make all of their fantasies a reality". Whatever. Nine times out of ten, they took the bait. They'd take Harbor home, fuck him however they wanted, pay him, and he'd be on his way. It was paying for his school, so he couldn't complain. It was better than being a bag boy or a waiter or something. He sipped at his water, a bit disappointed with the lack of attractive men that had entered the bar so far. Letting one of them screw him would certainly be a chore.