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"Thomas, over here!"
"Mister Jefferson!"
"Can you answer my question?!"
"Excuse me, mister Jefferson?"

The tall, dark skinned Virginian man with hair as big as his heart, smiled at all of the flashing cameras and frantic reporters. He looked around at all of them, deciding on who to answer. He picked and Abc news reporter. She was a white woman with long wavy brunette hair. "Yes?" Thomas asked any the frantic talking dialed down so the reporters could hear his response.

"Mister Jefferson, how do you feel about winning the World Championships again for the third time in your whole figure skating career?"

Thomas thought for a second before grinning. "I honestly feel like I'm doing my country a big favor with me winning. I'm huge in Virginia and I'm happy to say that more minorities have taken interest in skating due to me." He said contentedly, evident happiness in his soft yet calm voice. Reporters hurriedly jotted his words down before another asked a question. This one being a male.

"What do you have to say to the kids at home that dream of being a legend like you?" Thomas waved him off jokingly, smiling towards the camera. "I have only one thing to say, if skating is your dream, never wake up."

···Ayy dats a quote I just made up·····

"....if skating is your dream, never wake up." The only bar Tv said before losing connections due to the beat up antenna.

"No no no no nooo! Herc, fix it!" Alex screeched as he practically dropped to his knees and prayed to god for the old television to crack back to life. "Lexi, have some chill. It's an old Tv, what do you expect?" John groaned, swishing around the contents in his cup as his friend neared a panic attack.

"No! You don't understand! That was Thomas Jefferson on the sports channel!" He cried from Hercules' shoulders as he reached up and adjusted the small antenna. The old flat screen television was mounted on the wall, so the only way he could reach it was if he climbed on Herc's shoulders. He had no problem. Alexander was light.

"Thomas Jefferson?" John asked, looking up from his caffeinated beverage. "Yeah!" Alex shouted, desperately trying to fix the Tv.

"You mean, dark skinned, Virginian, big hair, sexy ass, walking greek god, Thomas Jefferson?"

"Yes, John." Hercules laughed. Hercules Mulligan was the 'go to' friend. Aka, the plug. The hookup. The boy could get you good deals and coupons on anything, and he was a total mama's boy which meant he was cool with the neighborhood oldies. You were practically worshipped if you could get the oldies on your side. The grandmas would share their mints, hard candies and cookies, the grandpas would always over pay for some shoe shining. It was a win win for him. But despite being cool with everyone, he also worked and lived at a diner. The diner they were all at right now. His mama's sweat potato pie was the best selling food on their menu. Besides his very own burger and fries. Those were the best damn fries and burger ever.

Being the 'go to' guy, aka the plug, aka the hookup, had its perks.

"Holy Jesus on a horse fly, Alex fix that Tv!" John practically screamed. He wasn't really a fan of competitive figure skating, but he loved how much grace and elegance the skaters had. It was the reason he joined ballet because ice skating was
'too cold' for his liking.

"I'm trying!" Alexander yelled back, not after meekly flicking him off. The television finally buzzed to life and Alex jumped down from the taller male's shoulders and hopped back on the slightly rusty bar stool. "-I like to think that anyone and everyone can win. No matter what size, age, gender or color. I believe the world is capable of producing magnificent people capable of winning with ease."

"And what do you have to say about your next competition?"

"Actually, I'm thinking of retiring."

Alex and John both did a double take, spitting out their root beers in unison, Hercules glaring at them, having to wipe off the bar again.

"What!? He can't retire!" The young Caribbean immigrant gasped, wide eyes staring at the television in horror.

"You plan on retiring?"

"Yes. I want to give others a chance to win, not only in Virginia, but all over the world."

"Alright that's all the time mister Jefferson has, he's not answering anymore of your stupid and idiotic questions." A short guy with similarities to Hercules said, ushering Thomas off the podium as more questions flooded in.

John and Alex were both left with mouths open. Hercules was concerned that they might choke on a fly. They were very common around recently. He sighed and grabbed his friend's cups and set them in the bin for the other workers to wash. "Are you two just going to sit here all night or are you going to help me clean like you said you would?"

John was the first to snap out of his gaze, shock still evident in his eyes but he stood up slowly, nothing said as he gathered plates from tables and giving the tips costumers left, to Hercules. It took a while for Alex to snap out of shock but when he did, he was pissed.

He began ranting while wiping down the tables in the small diner. His rants went from Thomas, to how salty Hercules' fries were, to an annoying horse fly that bit him, to complaining about how cramped his feet were in his worn out sneakers. The complaining lasted until late, when Hercules was locking up for the night.

"Y'all need a ride home?" He asked, fishing out his car keys.

"-who in their right mind puts syrup on bacon?! Like, that's the one thing George does that kills me!"

"Me and Alex will walk. It's quiet this time of night anyway." John answered, slinging his dance bag across his chest and back.

"-and he never puts the toilet seat up! Like come on George, we live in a house, not a prison cell!" Alex continued. Until John shook him.

"Lexi! Have. Some. Chill!" He said between each shake, staring him in the eyes. "Jefferson can retire if he wants to, there's nothing we can do about it. All we can do it wait and see." Alex looked him in the eyes before nodding. "You're right. I'm sorry John."

"It's okay lil' Lexi."
"Yeah but you'd get mad if I called you lil' John."
"Because lil' John is a horrible rapper."
"You're right."
"I can't remember a time I was wrong."