Ted's. Ted stews on the couch, listening to an opera. I don't know that much about opera, but I'm going to take a wild guess -- La Traviata? Blake bounces in the door, clearly on drugs, and greets him cheerfully. Ted nervously asks where Blake's been, and Blake gives, as I have said before, the worst possible answer: "Out." Blake, panting like a racehorse, then proceeds to take off his shirt right in the middle of the living room. As Ted asks him why he wasn't at work, Blake gets a bottle of water out of the fridge. Blake says that he had "one of those twenty-four-hour bug things," but that he's feeling much better now, thank you. Right. Ted tells Blake that he shouldn't miss any more work, and Blake becomes fascinated with his chest, the bottle of water, and the way it looks as he drops it on the floor. Whoa. Blake interrupts Ted by straddling him on the couch, and tells Ted not to worry -- he'll go in to work in the morning. Ted pushes him off, and starts to say that he'd hate to see Blake lose his job, when he was doing so well. Before Ted can finish, Blake pushes down his pants and underwear and asks Ted to fuck him. Ted's all trying not to be mesmerized by Blake's butt. He stammers something about Blake listening to him, but Blake wants sex. Now. Ted violently pushes him away, and tells him to knock it off. Blake shrieks that he wants it! And I burst into giggles. This isn't funny, I know, it's just that he's naked, and panting, and shrieking, and uh [giggle] sorry. I'm seven. Blake gets down on his knees, and rips off Ted's pants, and...well, you can figure out the rest. But hey, nearly fully frontal Ted, woohoo!
Babylon! You know, my favorite part of Babylon has always been what the go-go dancers are wearing. Often, it's the most suspenseful part of the show. Tonight, they're either sporting black jock straps and horns on their heads, or white jockstraps and halos. Babylon for the last time. It's very sad. Oh, how I shall miss, you, HDGBs. As usual, Brian, Mike, and Emmett are standing at the bar. I'm told that no one at gay bars actually hangs out at the bar, which might be the reason The Boys are always standing there alone. I think Demian would be perfect there, doing a crossword puzzle. Which is not a cap on Demian at all, that's just apparently what he does in crowded gay bars, and honey, it's not just a way to piss off gay people. I used to do the same in straight bars, back in the day, and it pisses off people there, too. Or boys try and hit on you, not realizing that the question, "Are you actually reading that?" does not make them more attractive. Whatever. I'm just trying to jam seven months of personal exposition in here, because I know how much you all will miss it. You're all like, yeah, yeah, get on with the naked gay men. Fine. Where were we?