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Yard, you serve them what they want! Do you understand?”
    “Of, course, sir, I’m sorry. Who are they anyway?”
    “Never mind. Just do your job, and make sure you pay attention to that table! If I get a complaint from either of those men, you’ll be looking for another job.”
    Darren and Michael watched the scene unfold.
    “I hope you didn’t just get him fired, Michael. We do look young, and maybe it’s his job to make sure we can pay for an expensive item like you ordered. You didn’t even ask how much it cost!”
    “I didn’t want to spend the entire night trying to make the waiter believe we have money. Now, it won’t be an issue.”
    “Okay, I would just hate to see him lose his job. He’s kinda cute.”
    “If you like that type, I suppose. Me, I like your type. Thank you for spending the night at my place. I hope you know that I intend to take full advantage of you.”
    Darren laughed. “I hope you’re not too disappointed when you find out that you’re the one who’ll be facedown in the pillow tonight. I want some royal ass, and I won’t take no for an answer.”
    Michael laughed, but before he could retort, Raymond, the waiter, was back. He popped the cork and poured two glasses.
    “I apologize if I offended you gentlemen by asking if you could pay for this. We’ve had guests slip out on rather large bar tabs, and when that happens, the waiter has to pay the bill.”
    “Don’t give it a second thought. We understand,” Darren said before Michael could open his mouth.
    The waiter walked away, and Michael turned to Darren.
    “You really wanted to make sure I didn’t read him again, didn’t you? You Americans, all for the common man and all that. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some stuck-up member of the royal family. I care about the people just as much as you do. But I’m on a date with a very important man, and I want you to enjoy yourself tonight without some bloke cocking it up.”
    “Michael, no one could fuck up my time with you. Just being with you, whether it’s here or on the moon, makes me happy.”
    Michael looked around to see if any paparazzi were near before giving Darren a quick kiss on the cheek.
    “That was nice of you to say. It’s really nice to date a man who doesn’t give a toss that I’m royalty, even if I am only minor royalty.”
    “I wouldn’t care if you worked behind that bar over there. It’s you, not who you are, that attracts me. The same holds true for myself. I’m someone’s kid, too, and I know you don’t care about that. Now let’s sip some of this expensive champagne and dance our asses off!”
    They spent the rest of the night dancing, drinking, and otherwise having a great time. They made friends with a couple of cute guys who had no clue who they were, and the twosome became a foursome.
    “I gotta say, mate, you know how to dance!” Barry told Michael.
    “Cheers! When you have a beautiful partner, it’s easy,” Michael replied while looking at Darren.
    “So are you two lovers?” Andy asked.
    “Let’s just say we’re dating and in no hurry to put any labels on it,” Darren said.
    “Blimey, a Yank and a Brit! You Yanks have been stealing our women since World War II and now you’re after our men!” Barry said.
    Everyone laughed but Darren. He had to think about what was said.
    “He’s joking, love. Don’t take it seriously,” Michael said.
    “I just don’t really get it,” Darren replied.
    “Ah, he’s busting your bollocks, mate. The old stories were that during the war, a lot of our women dumped their British boyfriends and took up with Yanks,” Andy said.
    “But, why?”
    “Because you Yanks had money in your pockets, and the girls loved something different. You know, a lot of women went home at the end of the war with their Yanks. They were called ‘war brides.’”
    “Really never thought about it. But if I’m gonna steal anyone, it’s going to be this man,” Darren said, smiling.
    “So you live here,