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[Jaxon Samuels]

P3 got Lambert, cool. Let's just say that due to this, P3 has never looked more - gayer! Not that he was complaining, god for Jaxon it was kind of like a smorgus board but it was a really, really different vibe then usual. Usually it was chilled, filled with laughter and most commonly with witches, but it was good for a change. But seriously, promoting Adam Lambert was like hosting 'Gay Night at P3'. The good thing was that he brought with him flashing lights and a crowded dancefloor, and instead of having to play cool to the numerous charges he had that have even hit on him, he could just chill. Like seriously, he was there faithful cat and they are hitting on him? Sounds gross, but little do they know that there sneaky little feline companion was in fact a buff bartender at the local nightclub. Guess that officially makes Jaxon the slighest guy in San Francisco then. But this was good, no fighting, no commitments, no responsibility - oh, except that he was behind the bar tonight. The disadvantages of night shift right?

As he wiped up another cup, he couldn't help but keep checking his phone for the time. He had now, one minute until he was finished and he could tear up the dance floor with everything he had. The benefits of not just being supernaturally boosted, but the fact that dancing for seven years really does pay off. Besides, knowing hip-hop is hot! But as he placed the cup on the rack, he couldn't help but glance at the sorry, sorry sack of shit in front of him. Jaxon is shallow, not going to sugar coat it for you, and more then that he is hard to get. But this guy, who seemed to think a thousand piercings and having a fake ID is attractive, just - wouldn't - quit! Jaxon smirked and shook his head as the guy kept going. "Come on Jax, I've been here heaps of weekends. Just one drink, or one dance". Jaxon didn't even make eye-contact, but just shook his head again. "You're not my type bud, maybe next time". He said as he kept going at what he was doing, and could hear over the music the sigh escape the guys lips. "Ass!". And then he walked away - finally. He should just be glad that Jaxon didn't bust him, even if the guy was just drinking coke. Well, they thought it was Johnny, but little did they know. Like I said, he's sly.

11:00 pm.....

Looking at the dancefloor, Jaxon wipped his hands with the cloth as he saw Lambert belting out on stage, and everyone dancing in a big heap of sweat and spilt alcohol. Looked like fun! Passing the cloth to his co-worker, he pulled his work shirt up over his head and had a white singlet underneath. Grabbing his light blue denim shirt from under the bar, he whacked it on opened and hurried around the bar as he didn't take his eyes off of the crowd. Smiling like a kid at Christmas, Jaxon slipped his phone back into his pocket and - did what he did best, show off. Charging forwards through a gap onto an open area in the middle of the d. floor, Jaxon shot down on one knee. He spun, a hand on his head as he kept the momentum and spun in the same position constantly. People around him were, either fascinated or turned on - either way he didn't realize how bad they smelt. The cons on having super senses. But as he spun, he gradually rose to his feet, and saw the first guy he could see and moved up to him. He loved Friday Nights!