Thomas, listen to me. I’ve known Minho for as long as I can remember. So, if there is anyway we could help him, trust me, I would be up there standing next to you. But this, what you’re talking about? It’s impossible.
Apollo was working at the club as usual. It was still early, and no one had taken much interest in him yet. He walked around in the too-tight uniform, making his way over to the bar. Apollo approached one of the clients and leaned over, presenting what little cleavage he had, “so, gorgeous, what are you looking for here tonight?”