@elijahhale
Madox had a good few nights at the club. Lots of tips, minimal abuse, all was well. There’d been a young man he’d danced for, not for money, but because he saw him in the crowd and was intrigued. Tall and skinny, just his type. It was a bit of fun, encouraging the other to come back some time. Madox had left with a grin, thinking about the other a little more than he usually would other strangers. It was the morning after, a mere three hours after his shift had wrapped up at the club, and Madox was serving customers. The diner was full, a Sunday morning always had that sort of flow. It wasn’t until a bit later on that he managed to take a breath and move around the diner to make sure all was well. He rocked up to a booth to clear a plate in front of a man, “Are we all finished up here-” Madox choked a little, and cleared his throat, “Sir?”
