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Los Angeles, California
Oh yes, you remember this particular location if you had been paying close attention over the past couple of months. It was, and is, the hot spot that was eagerly anticipated amongst the youth of the gay community of Pacific Palisades, and LA in general. It was soon to be a place of both promise as well as hope, and one which would hopefully prove to be one of salvation for the young souls who felt lost and alone.
"Oasis"
That was it. That said it all, and was the simple name above the door on the outside of the building that as of yet, still resembled something akin to an older warehouse. Yet given a little more time, it would become so much more. Yet the name was not one chosen lightly as it spoke of a place of comfort in troubled times. The letters were emboldened in an array of rainbow colors, announcing in this small but open minded neighborhood that within these walls, the youth that had lost their homes due to the neglect and narrow minded prejudices of their own families would soon have a safe place to stay.
"And you haven't run into any trouble?"
The voice asked from inside of the building, as SCW Superstar Jamie Dean sat on a U-shaped cushioned bench with a raspberry tea in his hand, as his close friend and 'mother figure', Sandra King, sat down beside him with a bottled water in her own. Construction and refurnishing had been going on for weeks, Jamie and his partner Ben Jordan's deadline for a Christmas opening fast approaching. But the days work had progressed well enough that the crew had called it a day and would be back to resume their duties bright and early.
Jamie stretched out his legs, kicking his feet up onto a small, wooden table, polished to perfection. Kathy looked down at his feet, then turned and looked at Jamie himself with an arched brow and Jamie shrugged, looking perplexed but knowing Sandra well enough to know she was annoyed about -- something.
"What?" Jamie asked in all of his rapier wit.
"Were you raised in a barn?" Was all his 'Momma' said and Jamie rolled his eyes.
"Uncanny!" He exclaimed but with a laugh in his tone of voice. "My club. My shelter. And yet I can't even put my feet up?"
Sandra reached over and swatted Jamie's feet from the table and then sat back with a smirk he, and everybody that knew and loved her, were all too familiar with. She said, "Well first of all, it's Ben's club and shelter too. You did say the two of you partnered up for this project. And I'm sure he'd be too polite to stick his feet up on the table like that."
"He sticks his feet up on the table at my loft." Jamie tried to defend himself, but Sandra was quick enough with her own comeback.
"Yes well, he's a guest. So he's allowed."
Jamie turned his head and gave his 'Momma' a frown and asked, "You've been listening to Kathy too much." Kathy Greene, Sandra's wife and Ben Jordan's biggest fan.
Sandra could only smile in the accusation, knowing just how enamored her lesbian wife was to a heterosexual man. But the "Cockney King" was an attractive fellow, even Sandra could admit that, so she could find no fault for her wife's "man crush." He had the looks, but above everything else, Ben was a charmer. polite and well mannered above all else.
"You still haven't answered my question." Jamie lifted an inquiring eyebrow and she sighed. "Have you had any trouble from anyone opening this place?"
"No." Jamie shook his head with a thoughtful expression. "Well, I tell a lie. The guy Ben tricked into selling this place did try to halt the sale in court but the guy Ben hired pretty much had the case thrown out. It didn't hurt any that I had gone around to the neighboring businesses and such and introduced myself and explained to the owners and residents what we'd be doing here. That and the general disdain for this place's former owner by all parties pretty much got the judge to tell the bastard 'tough titty' and everything's going on as scheduled."
"Good!" Sandra nodded, a smile on her face as she felt quite proud of where her 'Sweet Pea' was going with this project. After all, too many people, even those within the gay community, tended to look down on the homeless and think them lazy or not worth their time. But that was not always so. It rarely was, as a matter of fact, but when those homeless turned out to be kids who were left in a spot not of their own doing...
"Have you given any more thought to what Ben and I asked?" Jamie brought up, drawing Sandra from her thoughts.
"I have." Sandra admitted. Jamie and Ben had approached her on taking an active role in this cause, by becoming something akin to a Den Mother at 'Oasis,' watching over the kids who would call this place their home during their stay. It would take time and dedication, and since Sandra was one of the senior security staff members at AKBAR in Los Angeles, Jamie's former place of employment, the choice was not a simple one to make.
"And?" Jamie prodded and Sandra smiled.
"Sweet Pea, you know how much I want to but I still need to consider it. Kathy said for me to go for it because you know her. Always up for an adventure and her coffee shop is as successful as ever."
"Then what's the problem?" Jamie shrugged.
"No problem." Sandra said as she took a drink of water. "I'm just being overly cautious. Plus I'd miss all my kids at AKBAR."
"You'd have a lot more kids here." Jamie smiled. "Actual kids."
"Touche'." Sandra laughed. "But trust me," She reached over and patted his cheek affectionately. "I am seriously considering it. I'll let you and Ben know before this place opens."
Jamie nodded with much appreciation, then lifted his wrist to look at his watch. Seeing the time, he said, "Well if we're going to have our little dinner party, we best do it, to it. I have to be on an early flight to Nevada in the morn."
"Oh that's right." Sandra frowned. "Kathy said you had a match against some fruit loop."
Jamie smiled as he gave her a hand up from the seat. "That's only putting it mildly. Guy's got a pretty violent rep but I can handle him."
"You know Kathy's worried about you, ever since she heard about the match." Sandra patted his arm. "And if she is, you know I am too."
"I'll be fine, Ma." Jamie reassured her as the two headed toward the spiral stair case that led to the ground level above. Jamie saying along the way, "Hm, Kathy should be finishing her shift soon, and Chad'll be getting out of school." Jamie looked at Sandra and winked. "We best get to my place and order that Chinese before those two get there."
"Maybe we should wait." Sandra responded. "You know how Chad feels about Asian fellas and the last time we had Chinese delivered, Ben had to act fast to keep Chad from grabbing the guy by the..."
Jamie stood out on the balcony of his loft, his arms folded across his chest as he looked out across the night sky of Pacific Palisades, and all the city lights that emblazoned the horizon. The wind was chill, but Mister Dean was wearing a colorful sweater, bought for him by his friend Samantha Marlowe.
Jamie said, "It's not all that often a man finds me in an unusual position, but I suppose you might say that Chris Shipman has done just that. When I said I hoped I had one last match in me, I wasn't expecting it to be a one on one. I had rather hoped for a last hurrah with Benjamin at my side, but looks like that wasn't meant to be. Which puts me in an awkward position."
Jamie looked to the camera and winked.
"See what I did there? Yes? No? Meh."
Jamie shrugged and resumed looking out at the night sky and appreciating it for all that it was.
"I haven't been in a singles match since before my return to SCW. Not since that match against Sean Jackson where I was injured and put out to pasture with a shoulder injury. And even I can admit that as much of a loose cannon as Sean was, at least his cannon was loaded. Shipman hasn't got anything up there, and that makes him just a bit more dangerous. But still..."
Jamie heard something batting at the closed window to his loft but shrugged it off to continue.
"It's nothing I can't handle. Nuts as he is, Shipman has a lot more on his mind than even he can handle. Pissing in the Cheerios of Synn and working on Despayre? Not a very smart combination but if that's the only way to get close to a championship, I guess you do what you have to do. Hey, it's not like Ben and I don't know what that was like. We were on the receiving end of that train of thought, but we made it out alive, just like I will now."
More batting at the window...
"In the end, Shipman is just another opponent who thinks his so-called psycho rep is going to carry him further than he would get otherwise. I know Ben will have my back if anyone plays the fool, but I don't need a partner in order to wipe the mat with that stain. Shipman's biggest detriment is the fact he's an overrated mess, a success in his mind alone. I was hoping my last match would actually mean something but beating this guy?"
Jamie scoffed.
"Hell, Shipman could be the only one in the ring and still come out on the losing side. I..."
Bat. Bat. Jamie turned around and spotted his Siamese cat Anubis at the window, batting the glass with its paw to attract the attention of 'his daddy.' Jamie sighed and looked back into the camera.
"Sorry Shipman. But in this case, where I'm concerned? Even a pussy rates as more important than you."
And Jamie headed for the window to enter his loft once again.
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