There comes a time in every man's life where he just has to slow down, sit, and wonder what the flying fuck he was doing. This is exactly what Roxas did as he sat himself on the nice, soft comfy, pillow-topped, chair in the audition rooms. There were bustling men aplenty dressed in garb of all kinds and some were a little more promiscuous than others. When a particular man walked by wearing nothing but a g-string and opened silk robe, the blonde haired guy on the chair dropped his mouth and nearly got a hard on in a span of two seconds. He couldn't do that, no. He knew he'd be taking off most to all of his clothing in less than twenty minutes and he was not in the mood to explain to a panel of men why he was had an enormous bulge in his boxers.

He thought of his grandma and it was quite hilarious to see the range of emotions burst across his face as he shuddered with the indignity of his thoughts in regard to where he was. He had a horrified look on his face which sent the barely clothed man on his heels out of the room with an indignant huff at the thought of being so repulsive to cause such an emotion to cross another gay man's features.

As was mentioned though, the boy came back to wondering what the hell he was doing in a gay bar. He guessed that's what drew him though and he slowly zoned out, leaning his head on his hand as he day dreamed about being on stage and doing shows for guests to come in and look at him but not touch. He had always been good at showing off and had the necessary skills from being a theatre kid while in high school. He had loved being a player and giving lap dances to drunken people at parties who lusted after him and remembered nothing of it the next day. That was how he wanted life. Nice simple and with little to no string attach-

"s... ROXAS!" The tan hand waving in front of his face had finally managed to snap the blonde out of his momentary lack of environmental observation. The man in front of him was quite a sight to behold. Strong arms, muscled body barely obscured from view by a tight black tank top and water shorts."Hello." The man sing-songed, "Dont go gettin' caught up in my fabulous looks and zone out again. 'Twas pretty hard getting you out of your brain the first time, let alone a second." The man winked and brought attention to the pale blonde hair and light blue eyes that insured Roxas willingly, albeit with a small frown at his own stupidity, followed the man into the interview room that had been awaiting him. The man took a seat near the judges panel after having set the star struck Roxas on a chair in front of the table.

'All the men here are fucking gorgeous!' Roxas' mind sang out as the boy failed at taking in all of the gorgeous in front of him. 'Grandma. Grandma. Grandma. Grandma. Grandma.' The boy thought and closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath.

"Roxas?" The man with a pale pink hair color said with a light feathery tone. He sat directly ahead of Roxas and in the exact middle of the panel of men. Oh my god, that hair... MMM! FUCK Get a hold of yourself you horny bastard. 'You are NOT here for THAT! UGH. But fuck... I could totally go for any of these guys. Orange hair, black hair, blue hair, piiiiink hair, brown hair, blonde and blonde hair.' The boy recited in his head, surveying each of the men in front of the short boy.

"Yes sir." Roxas answered back, putting on the charming smile he'd been practicing on one-time dates for the last month.

"Alright! That's the kind of attitude we like to see!" The tanned guy was talking again. The blonde giggled lightly at the spunky and excited attitude of the man. 'Well, I guess I can take that as my first fan.' He smiled a genuine smile which caught the blue haired boy's attention.

"Okay, I guess we have your vote already Demyx." The pink haired man laughed and motioned to the man on his far right "Anything to ask the little charmer Lex?". The man was a giant to say the least and demanded a certain amount of respect from his authoritative aura to his height that towered over Roxas even while both were seated in chairs. So it was not surprising at all when Roxas unconsciously straightened his back and sat with a more proper structure in the chair. This went unnoticed by everyone but this Lex and the blue haired man. Lex chalked it up to something he was used to and the blue boy filed it away in his mental storage of all people he met.

Lex moved some papers around on the table and found the one he had apparently been looking for and clacked the papers on the table, straightening them. "Now, Roxas..." 'Oh my god, that's a sexy I just got out of bed voice. WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS TO ME!' The boy strained to pay attention to all the questions asked by everyone and had just as bad of a time as he had a chance to scrutinize each and every one of them when it was each individual's turn to converse.

Roxas sat on the bench outside of the interview room and let his mind wander over what he'd learned. Lex was the head of security, made sure legalities were in check. The man with the gorgeous black dreads was Xaldin, he was the main music provider and mood setter. The attentive blue haired man was Zexion who kept records and that was it. Demyx had scalded Zexion... using the term Zexy which earned him a sheaf of papers thrown in the direction of the blonde's head. Marluxia was the pink haired man with the extremely sexual manner of speaking that made you think he always had underlying tones of sex running below his words. Anyway, Marluxia was the main man around here that took care of basically everything. The brunette was Sora a cute little boy in a horrid mood who was the overall costumer for everyone. The unnamed man was Luxord, the "man with fantastic hands" as was deemed by Marluxia, he took care of all things financial involving the house. Lastly Demyx, the hyper man with a gorgeous tan was the main caretaker of all the ... dancers in the "house."

The boy was completely in his own thoughts as man after man passed by the hallway murmuring about the current boys who were applying for the open position of the exclusive 'on display only' employees. The small hallway was covered in boys wanting to know who was getting hired. A good twenty guys were sitting in anxious silence and their heads all snapped to face the door when it began creaking open. Slowly, Lex came out and stood looking very blank. 'Did he have an expression either? I don't think he did...' the boy came to his senses as Marluxia came out and stood next to Lex. 'I wonder if he's doing that for protection. Hmmm..'. He cleared his throat with a lovely cough that sounded much more like humming than anything to the young blonde.

"I'd like to thank you all but we only need the following three boys to return to the interview room. Before I announce them, let me say that if any of you have a problem you will have to take it up with Lex." 'Knew it!' Roxas put on a quick smirk before releasing it."Now, I need Wakka, Tidus, and Roxas. The rest of you, unless you'd like to come back tomorrow for one of the less exclusive jobs, are welcome back then but need to leave immediately. Thank you again!" The pink haired male smiled over to Roxas and winked. Roxas was shocked. He'd thought that all the other guys were far hotter than he. Especially the two he was going up against. 'Oh my god, why are they both so tanned?' He followed the two, laughing inside as he noticed they were both swaying their hips and walking in unison. Almost like models.

There were no chairs for them this time, only a rack of clothing and the judges who seemed like they hadn't moved from the same positions as when Roxas was in there. 'Of course they had moved since they had to have moved to get the voting done.' The boy shook his head, he was wandering again. He semi noted that staring at those gorgeous butts of his rivals had given him a mild-not-really-noticeable-under-jeans erection.

"Alright my dears, you need to grab the outfit with your number on it and go change behind the screens with your numbers. You will come out when we call for you and then you'll be surveyed based on your outstanding bodies. Remember, you are applying for a show-based position on our team. Now, off you go! To the rack!" Roxas noticed the grin of Demyx and made a show of turning around and winking at the boy as he strode confidently to the rack and then to his numbered screen. He got excited at the idea of his outfit and tried to gather the knowledge he'd learned about gypsies so he knew what went where.

Mild panic set in when he was only half dressed and they had already called...Tidus? From behind his screen to begin his evaluation. 'Okay... so there's obviously a vest here. CHECK. What looks like a belt... can't put that on yet...' Roxas grabbed said belt and quietly attempted to move it to a different pile, the bells weren't helping. Wakka looked over from his screen to see what the white boy had gotten and chuckled as he saw him attempting to undo the mess, but he couldn't really deny that watching the younger man bend down wasn't a good sight to see. He licked his lips.

Roxas slapped himself to calm down as Wakka was called to his evaluation. He had managed to find what looked like his pants. There was what looked like bright orange underwear with a sheer, completely see-through, fabric of the same color attached to the fronts and back that left the sides open for a non-obscured view of his deliciously pale skin. He already had the orange jacket with red trim on and was now attempting to quietly pick the red belled belt from the ground and fasten it tightly around his waist. I look pretty hot. The boy said looking down at himself. He grinned and took a breath as he heard a 'Thank you' from the delicious looking Marluxia. Butterflies dance around his stomach as he waited for his name.

"Roxas, sweetie come on out for us if you'd please." The pink haired beauty called from his place at the judges table. Roxas shivered at the tone the man had used. 'Grandma. Grandma. Grandma.' The boy chanted and put on his winning smile and strode gracefully out to the middle of the open floor, vaguely wondering where the other boys had gone. He clasped his hands behind his back, and waited for his instructions.

'How did he not jingle in that?' Demyx wondered with a baffled look on his face. 'Oh, he's good.' The look changed to a grin and the blonde winked at the pale boy in front of him. 'He looks quite delicious.' And it was a thought shared by most all men at the table.

"Now, Roxy, may I call you that?" At the nod of the boy Demyx continued. "What we need you to do is turn around all the way back to us and then reach for the tips of your toes." Roxas raised an eyebrow at the blonde but did as he was instructed. Albeit with a large smirk and a very gutsy revival of the words uttered by Marluxia before they had changed. The boy started by moving his left foot behind him and swung his hips around seductively, bringing the right foot with him as he went. Roxas repeated this again and again until he was back facing the panel; he had only caused a light jingling to enter the ears of the judges. Slowly the boy bent down, hiding the smug look on his face at the shocked expression of four of the judges. When he came back up, he had a fierce expression of determination on his face that he levelled all men in the room. Effectively silencing them and making them highly unable to forget the boy as they sent him out of the room to determine who they would choose.

Lex cleared his throat uncomfortably, looking at Demyx and Marluxia. "So..."

"Holy fuck!" Demyx exclaimed loud enough to be heard from outside of the room and then more quietly "That was fucking hot". Both Tidus and Wakka raised their eyes at the finished outfit that Roxas had been wearing. The exclamation by Demyx only heightened their curiosity of the adorable looking blonde in front of them. They warily looked at each other.

'How could he be anything more than adorable?' Tidus wondered to himself. 'That would only make me want to cuddle him, not get a boner.' Said boy was wearing, literally, a blue version of what he had been wearing earlier. An extremely tight top and what looked like maybe... shiny, and very tight, boxers.

Wakka however, almost slapped himself in the face to keep from drooling over the petite blonde. 'Oh fuck. What a sexy outfit. That Sora guy has got some mad skills.'

Inside the room, Marluxia had only grinned when Demyx shouted. "Yeah. I've got to agree. Who else was insanely turned on by that stare at the end? Not to mention the hip sways. I didn't believe a man could sway hips that much like a woman." Marluxia drawled on in a dreamy tone. He, for one, had already decided who he was going to vote for.

"I like him." Zexion said. "The others were too awkward and didn't look nearly as confident. That Tidus boy even faltered in his walk up here!" The blue haired boy exclaimed. Of course none of the others had noticed that but the all chalked it up that the boy had probably done some minute thing to piss the man off. They needed to be perfect and mysterious.

"Agreed." Lex slowly let out. He had hunched himself to lean on the table so he could watch the others with mild interest.

"I personally liked Wakka, he had a nice ass." Xaldin stated. He looked at the door with longing. He was probably going to have dreams about that ass.

"Yeah, but he did not listen to our instructions. He turned only half way before touching his toes." Zexion argued with an annoyed twitch of his brow.

"Yeah, but that ass!" The black haired man argued. It continued this way and forced Marluxia to calm the men to his right when they had both shoved their chairs back.

"Calm it, you two." The man threatened with a twitching eye and gravelly tone. He put a hand on both men's shoulders and forced them to sit. Lex's eyebrows moved down a fraction at the actions of his boss before ignoring it. He knew the man hadn't been getting much sleep lately and probably wasn't in the mood.

"Now that I have your opinions," he pointed a glare towards Zexion and Xaldin, "Sora, yours?" The pink haired man wrote down the tally on a paper. Three for Roxas, one for Wakka. 'This is looking good for the little guy.'

"Probably... Roxas. I don't like him though. I just don't like him least." Sora frowned as he thoughtfully looked out at the floor where the boys performing had just been.

"Oh shut up! Everyone knows you're cranky because you just haven't been getting laid!" That was an outburst from Demyx. "I'm tired of your negative attitude lately! Get off your high horse and just jack off! I want my happy friend back!" Demyx grunted with a pout on his face.

"Shut the fuck up Demyx!" Sora growled and grabbed his pencil, aiming it menacingly at Demyx's head.

"Fuck no!" Demyx yelled back.

"Fine!" Sora stalked towards the door, slamming it open and stomping out. Ignoring the frightened stares of the three boys and the knowing looks of all the other performers who quickly got out of his way. The boy tromped away.

Luxord sighed and went to close the door in the boys' faces "Sorry" he muttered in his British accent. They began murmuring to themselves about what had just happened. Once the door was securely locked again he turned to Demyx. "Quit antagonizing the bloke Demyx." Luxord sighed to himself. He couldn't deny the blonde at the end had been the better of the three. "I'm picking Roxas." He murmured to himself and sat back in his seat.

"Okay." Marluxia again. " I already know who you want Demyx so go get the three and bring them in." Marluxia fluttered his hand dismissively at the blonde to go open the door.

"What if I changed my mind huh? It won't do you well to assume you know what I'm thinking!" Demyx exclaimed, already getting up from his seat with a smile to go and unlock the door to bring the boys back in. "Get in here my little minions."

The boys shuffled in quickly with a questioning look to the tanned man. Deep blue eyes met pale blue ones and a grin ensued between the both. Marluxia stood as Roxas took his place next to the boys. "Thank you so much for entering, all three of you. Roxas, you are our winner. You need to go with Demyx for the orientation." Roxas grinned wildly and skipped out of the room after his new-found friend. "Wakka, Tidus, you are both going to be kept in mind for our next opening in this position but if you'd like to come back tomorrow we'd be more than happy to accept you into our work forces." The pink haired man smiled kindly at the boys as they looked sullen.

Just as Roxas was walking upstairs to see his room for being an exclusive, Wakka and Tidus were walking outside with a piece of paper each. Wakka smiled to himself as he thought of the paper in his hand that held two numbers instead of one. 'Maybe I could just be a host.' The boys parted ways with a smile and a determination to get their way tomorrow.

'I will win next time.' Tidus thought to himself.

Vent writing for myself. I realized that I hadn't updating anything up here in forever and I'm mad about not finishing my story for nanowrimo and yeah.
Possibly will be a full on story. Who knows.
Review about opinions if you would though, this is a new style of writing for me. I need a little feedback.