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Sunday, February 01, 2004

Denver wakes from a dreamful sleep of beautiful men. Looking at his phone, notices a message. He laughs as his sister talks. "... Just to warn you it will be in a new gay club. I hope that doesn't bother you. Oh by the way, I never asked. Is there anyone special in your life that..." Denver sighs. He never told his sister he was gay. Never would anyone know he was unless they paid attention closely. Growing up in a small town and going to a small university, he rarely ever met another gay person. Tonight he would finally get to experience the club life that he never has before. One problem, how would he tell his sister what she hasn't figured out? He will just have to play it off like he is straight until the right opportunity arises.

Kathryn hears a knock on her office door. A tall, lean, handsome man walks through the door.
"Jason, what are you doing here?"
"Can a man not visit his wife at work?"
Smiling as she gets up from behind her desk, Kathryn walks over to her husband to kiss hello.
"I apologize for the rude welcoming."
Kathryn walks back to her desk and sits down again. Flustered from all the paper on her desk, she knocks over the picture of her and her husband. The picture smashes on the floor. As Jason picks it up, he notices the glass cracked down the middle of the picture.
"We're going to have to get you a new frame."
Walking behind Kathryn, he begins to rub her shoulders in an attempt to relax her.
"I want you to come with me tonight to enjoy the 'Busty' Bouchet performance. My father owns the new club so has given me tickets for the two of us."
"Jason... I don't..."
"Oh, c'mon. Just come and relax and be entertained for once. You work too hard sometimes."
"You're father didn't hire me for this job because I knew how to have fun."
"No he hired you because you're good at what you do and he knows you'll get it done too, but he also agrees with me, you work too hard. This is the reason he gave me these, to get you out of the office for once."
After a bit more persuasion, Kathryn agrees to go. She does need a fun time every once in awhile. Why not kick it with all the gay men?

Skyler wanders around his apartment. That was the first night he's slept normal hours in a long time. The bar/strip club he worked at had given him the night off. Luckily, he also has tonight off, so the tickets given to him by Alvin Stone can be used. "Who to take? Who to take?" Finally it hit him. "Of course, he would love to go with me to see Busty."

Blair and Nicole wake from a night of passion. Even in their 40's they still had it.
"Honey, to continue the anniversary I want to take you to see Miss 'Busty' Bouchet tonight."
Surprised, Nicole hugs her husband.
"But, why to see her? Why not the opera or the symphony?"
"I figured we need to do something different ever once in awhile. I realize its a drive to get out there just for a drag queen, but I hear she really very good."
"Blair, about the drive. Pretty soon it won't be so long."
With a confused look he asks what she means. She tells of her job offer at the hospital. Blair knows that his wife has always wanted to move back to where she grew up. Reluctant to move to the big city, Blair still is happy for his wife.
"For you Nicole, we'll move as soon as we can."

In his pink cashmere robe, Braxton sifts through his costumes for tonight. Moving to his "normal" wardrobe he can't help but get upset that he can't find his favorite pair of shoes.
"Mother, where are they?"
"Right here honey."
Grabbing his wooden clogs, Braxton storms to the back of the trailer. His mood slowly changes from diva to worry. He can't seem to shake the feeling that this performance is just going to be... well scary. Looking slightly paranoid, Braxton wanders out of the trailer and into the club where they have provided his breakfast before his last run through of the performance. Wandering through backstage, he hears two voices. He can't quite place where they are coming from let alone who they belong to. Forgetting about his hunger he goes to investigate.

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