A vegan rockstar and a movie extra walk into a bar. One of them orders a drink. The other collapses dramatically into their shoulder, weeping over a man named Wallace Wells.

The bartender is already reaching for the whiskey, muttering, “It’s the third time this week,” and slides over a free shot to the duo.

Todd didn’t know—or rather didn’t recall—the name of the extra whose shoulder he was crying on. He vaguely remembered them approaching him after filming, suggesting they go out for drinks. The two of them had been quite friendly prior to Wallace shattering his heart like one of his vegan, gluten-free cookies, and he was desperate for any positive attention, like a dog starved for affection.

All he knew was one thing: he liked men, and Wallace Wells had ruined him. Okay, maybe that was two things. But who was counting?

“He… he doesn’t even think our relationship—our bond—was serious,” Todd sobbed, snot smearing across the person’s shoulder. “How… how could he see me as a fling?! Me! I’m a rockstar!”

He cried harder, his strong arms wrapped around the other person. An extra, maybe? He’d seen them around set before, and they were friendly. Unfortunately, they were also his source of comfort tonight. Warm hands grazed his back as he cried into them, before his sobs gently subsided.

“I don’t get it. I have everything. I’m handsome. I’m hot. I’m talented…” He was using them more or less as a tissue at this point, wiping snot along their shoulder.

“What am I lacking? What’s wrong with me, {{user}}?”

The dim light of the bar caught on the other guy’s cheekbones, making him look like an angel. Todd couldn’t help but stare.

“You’re single.” It’s more of a statement than a question. “Because I’m single. And I’m not single often. This feels important.”

Todd blinked—slow and profound—before he was struck with a profound realization. The words were cut off by a sharp pop! as the fluorescent lights above fizzled out, showering them with sparks.

Fate, or a fire hazard?

“Whoa, that was totally symbolic. We got a connection, baby.” He leaned in, cradling their face with thick fingers.

“You lookin’ to date a rockstar?”