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It's been a long time since Aidan has worked behind the bar, but he had to fill in for a lot of his staff. Two of his bartenders, Rose and Danica, are getting married this weekend in Las Vegas and that meant that most of the rest of the bartending staff would go as well. Not only does he have to fill in, but Killian is filling in as well. It's been a long time since he worked with him too, so this will be an adjustment.

The good news is that the dancers are still there and dancing, so they will be able to be entertained throughout their shift.

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"Well, I like it. However, we don't need any help. You have to dance. I hear you have a new number with Adam that will make all the guys here want you."

"Like that's new," he says with a wink.

He laughs as he smacks him with his damp towel, "You cocky bastard. Get out of here before you draw too much of a crowd and we get swamped."

"I thought you liked to get busy," he says with a smirk over his shoulder as he heads back towards the stage.

KIllian tilts his head to the side as he watches Bryce walk away because everyone will have to admit that Bryce's ass is a piece of art.

"Caught you." Aidan says, coming over with more alcohol from the back room.

Killian shakes his head, "What? What?"

"You were staring at Bryce. Don't let Adam see that."

He scoffs, "Like he'd care. I heard he's fucking Grayson."

Aidan shakes his head, "That can't be true."

Killian shrugs.

"Oh my god. Killian. You are jealous! How could you be jealous? You were the one that wanted to just be friends with Bryce."

Killian shakes his head, "No I didn't. I wanted more. Of course I wanted more. He's my best friend. It's Jamie, that doesn't want me to be friends with him or anything. But when I see him, I just..."

"Want to kiss him, fuck him over the bar, fuck him in his dressing room, fuck him in general?"

Killian sighs, "Leave me alone, will you?"

"Go pick up some glasses from the floor and I will." He says with a charming smile.

He smiles back at Aidan before he goes to the floor to pick up glasses. He'll get hit on, of course, but that's part of the job.

"Now I could have sworn you were a bartender, not a busboy," Bryce says as he sees Killian.

He leans against the table with the tray in his hand, "We're a little low on those as well."

"So you're just playing the jack of all trades, tonight?"

"Just call me the Knave of Hearts. I been known to break some in my day." He says with a flirtatious smile before he goes to the table next to the one that he's at.

Bryce follows him, taking a moment to help him with the many glasses. "That's not at all hard to imagine, Knave."

"You say that because I broke yours." He says with a wink and a nudge.

"Maybe just a bit."

"I didn't mean to do that, you know. I still think about that night..." He admits.

"I know you didn't, and it's not your fault your wife doesn't like me."

Bryce lifts an eyebrow slightly. "Really?"

He looks at him softly, "Of course I do."

Bryce smiles softly. "Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one."

"With your new boy, I didn't think you thought of me at all."

Bryce lifts an eyebrow. "That almost sounds like jealousy."

"Almost?" He says with a laugh as he moves to another table.

"Now why would you be jealous? You have a beautiful wife, not to mention a few lovers that she actually approves of?"

"You say that like I don't have a right to be jealous. Wes still gets jealous of everyone in Aidan's life, even though Wes has a thousand people in his life as well.

It's not uncommon.

And Jamie doesn't approve, per-say. She'd rather it just be me and her, but I have the problem."

"Loving people isn't a problem."

"So you already figured out that I love you." He says with a soft grin, "But, I never thought of it like that. Just that I have a problem."

"Well I was talking about the other fellas..."

"I"m sure." He says with a grin before he changes the subject, "I believe that I will need help behind the bar later."

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