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Catering to the Masses
(Giselle Renarde)

These days, Jordan was the only real friend Taylor had at the resort.  Convenient that they were roommates.



"Aren't you getting dressed?" Jordan asked when he came out of the bathroom.  He always changed in there.  Taylor had never seen him naked, not even shirtless.



"No," Taylor moaned.  "Tell Bill I'm dead.  Tell him I killed myself.  I bet he wouldn't even care."



Jordan heaved a sigh.  "What did dickface do this time?"



"Ripped my heart out and spit on it, then stomped on it, then spit on it again."



"Okay, but what did he really do?"



Taylor watched Jordan take off his silver rings and put them in the wooden box where he kept things that were special.  Bill wouldn't let them wear jewellery while they were serving guests.  Earrings were the only exception, though Bill didn't like piercings on guys.  Taylor had taken out his eyebrow rings at the beginning of the season.  The holes had probably closed up by now.



The things we do for goddamn fucking love!



"Remember how he said he was gonna plan something special for next weekend, since we don't have a wedding booked?"  Taylor would have been crying if he hadn't already drained himself of tears.  "Well he told his stupid wife he had the weekend off and she went and booked some family bullshit."



"So he bailed on you, huh?"  Anyone else would say it served Taylor right for fucking a married guy, but Jordan only seemed to see his pain.  "I'm sorry, bud.  You can come to the capital, if you want.  My mom's driving me and my sister up for the Pride parade.  We got a 2-Spirit float this year."



The thought of celebrating his love of men rather than hiding his love for Bill (not that everybody at the resort didn't know) certainly appealed to Taylor.  He perched on one elbow and looked at Jordan.  "You know, you're the only 2-Spirit person I've ever met."



"Come next weekend."  Jordan leaned against the tall dresser.  "You'll meet a few more."