When the bar got busy, Ganymede could look over and see Ash in the side room on the couch, and it always made him smile. His lover and friend wa happy, comfortable in his space, and Ganymede loved to see that.

"I thought you were going to wear shorts tonight," he said lightly, dropping to sit next to Ash on the couch for a minute. He himself was in his usual black, the logo of the bar embroidered on his breast pocket; he didn't mandate anyone wear a uniform to work, much less himself, but it just suited him. "Hi, Woodstock."