"How was working with Nikon?" I asked.

Dion and I had gone out to grab a bite to eat after the job was over and we had dropped Nikon off back at his own place.

"It was okay," Dion said and poked at his food with his fork. "I could do it again. We actually worked together quite well." He hesitantly looked up, meeting my gaze. "Is that too much information?"

"No, I asked because I was genuinely curious. It's safer when you're two too, so if you want more package deals, I can tell Achilleus."

"Yeah. I think I would. There's less pressure on me and they pay even better."

"I'll make sure to tell him then." I smiled and so did Dion.

"Oh gods, he was kind of weird, the client though. Like I think he got off more by watching me and Nikon than actually participating. He barely did anything to us. Super weird, right?"

"Voyeurism," I said thoughtfully and popped a piece of tomato in my mouth. "Some get off on just watching."

"I've heard of that, but never experienced it. Do you think a lot of the packaged jobs will be like that?"

"Maybe?" I shrugged a little. "But Nikon was good to work with?"

"Yeah, he was good at communicating with me without breaking the flow. I think he has done things like this before, right?"

"No idea. Probably has since he has worked at Euphoria for a while now."

"He was a pro. I'm impressed. Like it wasn't hot or anything for me, but I felt safe with him. He was good at leading me where the client wanted me."

"That sounds good. Maybe we should ask Nikon if he'd be interested in more jobs with you. We could set up a shoot with you and advertise more of a package deal with the both of you."

Dion nodded. "That'd be nice. I mean, he's still a fucking asshole, but he's so professional."

"Why was he sent out of the room that one time?"

"The client wanted privacy while I uh..." Dion stopped and looked back down at the plate.

"Just tell me. I know what you do. It won't hurt me."

"He wanted a blowjob and didn't want an audience for that."

I nodded a little. "So the guy likes to watch but doesn't like to be watched. Did he look weird?"

"No, he was a regular bloke." Dion snorted and then shrugged. "Hey, whatever floats people's boats, right?"

"Yeah. It's not like I can judge."

"Oh, whatever do you mean?" Dion grinned at me, wearing a pretty goofy expression. He knew exactly what I was talking about.

I liked being tied up and dominated. And he liked doing it. It might've been a tad more vanilla than paying two workers to have sex in front of you, but it was a kink all the same. And if you had one, you couldn't judge others, in my opinion.

"So, it was actually fun today?"

"Yeah, I'd say it was actually a fun day."

I put my hand on top of Dion's and smiled. "I'm glad to hear that."

"Did you have fun waiting?"

I laughed and shook my head. "No, it's boring as hades. But I prefer that to the alternative. If I have to do something, that means something has gone wrong. And I don't like that. So the more bored I am, the better. And then I get to look forward to treating you to a nice dinner. And I get to think about how lucky I am that I'm the one taking you home every night."

His cheeks flushed a little and he fitted his fingers in between mine. "I'm the lucky one," he said softly and leaned in. I met him halfway and kissed him.

I had the cutest boyfriend in the world.

"So we agree? We're all three going this time?" Oliver asked as he finished counting up the cash register.

"Yes, yes. And you'll show us the authentic Mykonos." I rolled my eyes dramatically and Dion snorted, looking up from his own little stash of bills with Zeus's face printed on them. Thousand and ten-thousand drachma bills.

I was counting my own tips too, but they were a lot less than Dion's. He was the big winner tonight with over forty-thousand drachma. And that was on top of his normal pay.

"So, I guess drinks are on me?" he asked and handed Oliver some bills.

"Nah, man. We have spillage left."

"Spillage?" Dion asked and tipped his head to the side. He was sitting cross-legged on the bar, the money in front of him. We'd always end our shifts like this. With Oliver, counting our tips. It was a nice way to wind down as we always were there until closing time.

"Yeah, there's a percentage of all the low-priced bottles that's counted up as getting spilled. You know, accidents happen. So we account for that. And I'm exceptional at not spilling shit. So, we have spillage booze to drink now."

Dion chuckled and snatched his bills from the bar. "Fabulous, so we'll be drinking on the house then."

"They owe it to us after the horrific DJ they had today," I grumbled and stuffed my bills in my pocket.

"Oh Zeus almighty, one of my clients actually asked how much it'd be to get him to stop playing," Dion exclaimed and threw his hands in the air. "He left early. It cost me money because he couldn't take it and he didn't want one of the private rooms. He was just here to chill and drink."

"I'll talk to the manager," Oliver said. "We can't have people losing money on this shit. That's ridiculous."

"I'd appreciate it. I don't think I've ever heard that many complaints about the music."

"You should do it, Oliver," I said.

He sent me a stern look and shook his head, motioning me to shut up.

"You DJ?" Dion asked, looking a little surprised.

"Nope," Oliver replied and shook his head, sending me another glare.

"He does, but he's too shy to actually do it in front of people. Which is ridiculous. He's very good." I smiled at my friend a little triumphantly and he sighed deeply. "You miss 100% of all the shots you don't take."

"Okay, motivational speaker Arlo." He shook his head again. I just had to keep gently pushing. He'd do it if he just got pushed enough.

"Arlo's the best motivator for anything, really," Dion chimed in and smiled at me. He then held his hand out and I went to him, receiving a kiss on my cheek. I could feel my cheeks burn a little and I bet I looked incredibly silly. But I didn't mind. I was silly when Dion was around. Who could really blame me anyways? He was so cute and made me feel so good all the time.

"Dion's not bad either," I said smiled up at him. For once he was taller than me, sitting on the bar. But only barely.

"Ugh, you guys are gross. Get out of here and go fuck all lovingly."

I grabbed Dion and swooped him off the table. He laughed out loud and grabbed a hold of my shirt, probably afraid I'd drop him. He knew well enough that he was ridiculous light and I could carry him around all day if I wanted.

"See ya tomorrow Oliver," Dion laughed and waved as I carried him out of the club.

"Yeah, bye you two," Oliver grumbled and waved half-heartedly.