Misfit

Mike rolled his eyes as he pulled out of the drive and went to work. Just as he expected people grabbed at his ass and flirted with no shame. Mike was just about ready to quit when Levi walked in the bar, he hadn't seen Levi since Drew beat him up.

Drew quickly cleaned the gutter and drove to the club. He shot a smug smirk at Levi, remembering their last encounter. He plopped down in a bar stool and smiled at Mike's back. He was facing the opposite direction. He quietly grabbed Mike from behind.
"You're lookin' pretty good there boy." Drew whispered in a husky voice. He stifled a chuckle, just planning on playing a little joke.

Mike froze his body ridged.
"G-Get off."
He had been holding a full bottle of tequila which he swing his arm with, trying to him whoever was touching him.

"Fuck." Drew muttered, clutching his now bloody nose which Mike had hit with the bottle.
"Didn't ya recognize the accent? It's Drew, Mike."

Mike was shaken, there had been many guys tonight that had done that and tried to force themselves on him, his was so scared he didnt know anything.
"I-Im sorry. Mike got a rag for his boyfriends nose. "Im sorry Drew....."

Drew smiled.
"S'alright love. I've had much worse than a bloody nose. I'll deal."

Mike kissed the tip of Drew's nose after he cleaned it up.
"Im so sorry."
He kissed his lips softly.

"No big deal."
Drew held him in the kiss for a bit longer, making sure everyone knew Mike was his.

"I don't like this job." Mike whined as he rested his head on Drew's chest while they stood in the bartenders area. "People keep grabbing my ass."

"Any one does that now that I'm around and they're getting their ass kicked." Drew stared accusingly at the surrounding people.

Mike sighed as he had another order, he had to let go of Drew and go make a mix drink.

Drew sat back down, glancing around with narrowed eyes, just daring someone to lay a hand on Mike.

"Do I know you from somewhere, because I don't recognize you with your clothes on?"
a random man cocked his head to the side as he took Mike's arm.

Drew stood.
"Nope, I don't believe you do sir." He smirked.

The man chuckled and patted his lap.
Okay, how about this. Why don't you come over here, sit on my lap and we'll talk about the first thing that pops up?"

"Or we could talk about the fist that is going to meet your jaw if you don't leave my boyfriend the fuck alone." Drew smiled politely, as if he had just told the man he liked his shirt instead of threatening him.

He shrugged. "Whatever, so...Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?" He asked Mike.

Drew stood and walked over to the man.
"Listen, ya can shut up now, or I can beat ya so hard you won't be capable of speech for another year."

The man called the security guards, who took Drew by the arm and took him to the other end of the bar.

The man grinned.
"I'd like to name a multiple orgasm after you."
Mike shuddered.

Drew glared from across the bar. The man touched Mike, and he didn't care what the security would do, he was dead.
"Mike!" He called. No one here was smart enough to ask for id and he wanted a drink.

Mike stuck his hand in the guys face as he went over to sever his boyfriend.
What'll it be."

"Hm... vodka." Drew knew it was odd but it was nice and strong. That was what he needed right now.

Mike nodded and retrieved his vodka, leaving the bottle for him as he went to tend to others.

Drew finished the bottle. He was a big guy, but even that got him a bit tipsy. He stumbled when he tried to stand... yeah, no driving tonight.

Mike watched Drew out of the corner of his eyes, it looked like he would be driving home tonight.