[Gale]

Link smiled at the way Bryce explained the origins of his music career. It was clear that he was proud, as he should be. Too many tabloids speculated that he was just another spoiled brat, but few of them took into consideration how hard Bryce had worked. Artists worked very hard to achieve success, and Bryce was no exception.

"Backwoods? I was something of a party boy as a teenager. You have no idea the kind of things my body can do." His grin was toothy, showing off his straight, white smile. He cocked his head toward the semi-crowded, darkened dance floor where they could physically get closer without people being able to stare at what they were doing. "I saw you dancing earlier, what's one more with me? Maybe something slow, show me a little of that R&B you love so much."

He smirked and gestured for Bryce to follow. Normally, if Bryce were an eager little twink, Link would have taken his hand and led him, but Bryce was a man. He needed to be treated like a man.

"Just one dance and I'll show you a little action."

Fife took Samuel's hand without hesitation, beaming excitedly. "Yeah, right. You just want an excuse to touch me," he teased mildly. "And maybe I'm not a housewife, but I like to keep busy. I know how to cook, too. I've learned how to do that really good. So maybe I could make you something sometime. You know, help you like me more, huh?"

He followed Samuel through the house and gasped when he saw his room. He'd only seen places this luxurious on TV! He'd never dreamed he would ever actually spend the night in a place like this! He tugged Samuel into the room, reluctant to let go of his hand, whether he realized it or not.

"This is incredible! What should I try on first? Can I try anything on? You wanna see me model it?!" He stopped and looked up at Samuel. "Where's your room?"