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techiehux:

Stress Relief [Open]

The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.

         

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…Brother?

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His expression is absolutely incredulous as he forces his way through the crowded bar, uncaring of whom he jostled or just how many stains he collected on his pristine, woolen coat.

         

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My God, you’re… What are you doing here?

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Techie jumps up from the counter, horrified, and tries to duck into the crowd. This can’t be happening! All he can think is a stream of “holy shit holy shit holyshitholySHIT!”