He's at the bar now. The only one he's ever liked. Though, he's only on his second beer.
He's always hated the taste of beer really, but something about the smell and taste made him relaxed. Maybe because he knew what a few beers would do to him later.

It isn't long before a man sits next to him, ordering his own drink. Edgar studies the man, noting his appearance.

His hair is a mess, even his beard is a mess..looks like it was trimmed with a shitty razor..he's nothing like Mr. Sach.

Wait...why is Edgar comparing the two? It doesn't matter if he's like Sach..what matters is what he's got in his pants, and more importantly, if he'd give another male the time of day.

"Hi there."

Edgar's eyes widen a bit, and he realizes he's been staring this entire time.

Edgar: "H-hi..sorry about that. You uh..reminded me of someone I know."

"No worries."

He seems friendly enough.

Edgar: "You work around here?"

"Sure do. I only moved here maybe a month ago."

Ah. Fresh meat.

"You must be off tomorrow, or do you usually drink in the evenings?"

Edgar: "No. I'm off work for a few days."

"That's good."

Edgar realizes he's downed another beer.
As he goes to ask for another, the man speaks up, cutting him off.

"I got the beers. Drink all you want."

Edgar smiles more. Yeah. Yeah, he's definitely interested.

"Do you have any hobbies?" The man asks, and Edgar's tone gets..hungrier.

Edgar: "My hobbies are..done in private."

The man and him share a look, and it's obvious they're on the same page. A few more beers later, and Edgar feels hot and excited. Hopefully this guy will dominate him better than Sach.

Edgar: "Damn it." He says gritting his teeth.
Why does he keep thinking about Sach?!

"So uh, my place?"

Edgar: "Hmm. I don't know. Might wanna test you out here before I follow you home."

The man gives a chuckle. Edgar was cute when drunk, straight to the point.
The man pays the tab, and then they exit the building.

The man doesn't let them walk far though. He stops Edgar in front of the building next door, and pushes him against the brick wall. Edgar lifts his head, giving him easy access, and the man kisses him.

He's not as ravenous as Sach was.

GODDAMNIT.

Edgar wraps his arms around the man, trying to shake away the thoughts of Sach. The mans hands explore, and eventually reach Edgar's stomach. His hand is going to dip down, but suddenly he's pulled away.

Edgar's eyes widen, and it happens so fast..the man falls backwards, and a deeper toned male speaks.

"Get lost."

Edgar recognizes that voice.

His dull green eyes peer up, seeing Mr. Sach just out of the street lights beam.

"H-hey, he came onto me!" The man shouts, obviously pissed off he was just thrown to the ground like it was nothing.

Mr. Sach: "I don't care about that. Now beat it."

The man stumbles to his feet, and walks away cursing at the taller man. Edgar peers up at Sach, eyes wide. He had this look...one of pure audacity. How could Sach do something like that?

Edgar: "What right do you have, stepping in on my personal life?"

Mr. Sach: "Since you became my assistant..I don't need you sleeping around with a bunch of bums. Do you know how that makes you look? How it makes me look?"

During that last part, Sach walks closer and that demanding tone in his voice has Edgar weak at the knees. Still, how fuckin dare he! It's not like Edgar wanted this fuckin job! Sach basically forced him to become his assistant!

Mr. Sach: "Are you that horny? Hm?"

Edgar: "W-what?"

Mr. Sach: "Do you need to get off that bad? Is that why you come to bars and hunt down men?"

Edgar: "I...my personal affairs have nothing to do with you."

Sach slams his hands around Edgar, nearing take his breath away. Edgar wants to back away but his back is already against the bricks.

Mr. Sach: "You will straighten up. You will stop these silly games, stop visiting the bars, stop making me look like a fool. If you refuse to settle down, I'll make sure you never work in this city again. Are we clear, Mr. Wilson?"

Edgar's knees are trembling slightly. He can feel himself hot and excited..must be the alcohol. Wait...is he..hard?

Edgar looks down, and sure enough, there's a bulge in his jeans. He quickly moves his large shirt over it but as he does so, Sach is staring at him with a shit eating grin.

Mr. Sach: "Are you turned on?"

Edgar jerks his head in another direction. He couldn't give in. Not like this. It was pure weakness and Sach doesn't need his ego to get any bigger!

Sach chuckles a bit under his breath, and then grabs Edgar by the wrist, pulling him to his fancy ass car just around the corner. He must've drove by and saw Edgar..
He shoves Edgar into the passenger side, and shuts the door before heading to the drivers side and starting the car.

Edgar: "W-where're we going?"

Mr. Sach: "My house, unless you'd prefer to jack yourself off at home?"

Edgar doesn't answer, just blushes and sinks into the seat.

Sach smirks again.

This bastard...