[Sam260]

[Two Weeks Later:]

After making the decision that they would get work permits and find a new place to live so they could raise their family, Ocean and Desmond were able to get the help they needed from the university.  They were both hired at the same bar, aptly named 'The Underground Pub'.  Desmond was, of course, bartending since he had knowledge in that, but the owner of the bar also gave the young man the opportunity to sing one night a week to make extra money.  Ocean was the one who was having troubles fitting in.  He had tried to bartend with Desmond, but after dropping one to many glasses, the owner set him off to be a server instead, that only lasted a few days, and it was Ocean's wish to not serve drinks - he was okay with flirting, but after being unnecessarily groped a time to often, he told the owner that he just didn't feel entirely comfortable with that.  So, he was now just taking drink and food orders.  He didn't have to stand anywhere near the patrons, just close enough that he could hear their orders, and that was it.

Unfortunately, Ocean was not so great at this particular job, either.  Or, so the wait staff thought.  They constantly ridiculed Ocean, telling him that he needed to improve but never telling him what needed improvement.  It was clearly affecting Ocean.  After moving back in with Desmond, Ocean's telekinetic powers had started straightening out.  That was until the switch in jobs.  They had just finished moving into the new apartment a few days prior - the same day that Ocean was placed in the order taking position - and the nights were filled with Ocean curled up against Desmond, but objects constantly floating around the room and raining down on top of Ocean as he slept.

Tonight they were at work again, Ocean was busy bustling around and taking orders from the rowdy crowd.  Desmond was doing his job, and the servers were ridiculing Ocean's work yet again. Words flew rapidly "Pick up the pace, slacker!" "You need to be better at this, Waterboy!" "Your handwriting sucks!" All things, and more, were hollered at Ocean, who simply just kept his head down, wrote the orders, put them in, and kept on going.  A few times he caught Desmond's eye, but he couldn't look at him long enough to even let him know he was struggling with verbal abuse being rained down on him.