Omar had a single, odd soft spot in his jaded, mid forties heart. That being for his short, naive, and exceedingly younger boyfriend, Preston.

Why the nineteen year old college student with a philosophy major and a love for avant garde theatre would see anything in the much older gang leader was anyone's guess (Major daddy issues). But still, he doted over the kid, put up with his odd friends, and even, once, agreed to go see an amateur production of 'Rent' with him. A gender swapped, silent production where everyone communicated through interpretive dance. Never again.

Preston's childhood friend, a Chinese Crested whom he'd attended Catholic school with, is entirely used to being dragged to these things. He copes both by being stoned out of his gourd and bringing along a phone loaded with game apps~

Hnngh. Hate. Haaate everything about this drawing. Ohgod. That is the emptiest looking theatre ever. -flails-