At the Dance Hall

On Luke's first day of dance practice, Max drove him to Madame Baurstreid's studio with Miguel bouncing excitedly in the back. "Why the hell do you guys have to come along?" Asked Luke.

"Because Marlene and I agreed you need a babysitter because you are so flaky. And Miguel..."

"I come because I want to see Luke dance!" Miguel chimed in "I have time before work so I want to spend it with Luke." Miguel placed a hand on Luke's shoulder and Luke merely looked at him wordlessly then looked back to the road. He didn't know what to say to Miguel. He hadn't met someone who was so vocal about wanting to spend time with him apart from his own mother.

As the trio entered the building, they walked down a hallway with cabinets lining the wall. One of these cabinets had Luke's name on it. "Alright, here's where you keep your stuff. You will change into your ballet tights here and also leave your clothes here when you take a lesson in the dance hall." Max waved his arm across the labeled cabinets.

"Wait, what? I'm going to change here?" Luke pointed back and forth.

"You can't expect to dance in those baggy clothes do you? The Madame insists you wear some of the best gear so she can watch your forms easier."

"It's bad enough that I have to take girly dance lessons but now I have to wear tights?! Uh uh, no way. I'm not doing that."

"Marlene said you might say that, which is why I brought some muscle with me."

Luke spun around to face Miguel smiling broadly. With his back turned, Max took this chance to grab the hem of Luke's turtleneck and pull it over him, binding his arms and face. "Hey, Max! What the hell?!" Luke squirmed.

"I got his top, you get his pants." Max looked to Miguel.

Miguel happily obliged with Max's orders and knelt down to unfasten Luke's belt. Luke's attempts to wiggle out of Max's hold on his blinding turtleneck proved to be fruitless. Miguel whipped off Luke's belt then then moved to unbutton Luke's jeans. His zipper came down quickly after that then Miguel brought down Luke's pants with a slight tug leaving Luke's clean white briefs out in the open. Miguel placed a quick kiss on Luke's crotch then he removed Luke's shoes and socks. Max was able to lift Luke just a bit so Miguel could yank off Luke's jeans before he pulled Luke's turtleneck right off of him, leaving a bewildered Luke out in the hall in nothing but his underwear. Luke looked back and forth in a panic to see if anybody else was in the hall with them, "Seriously guys?!"

"Yeah seriously. Remember this will happen every time you don't do your work. We are here for practice Hanes, so don't go holding everybody up because if your like this now, imagine what it's going to be like once the real work begins. Now get ready." Max gave Luke's rump a quick smack before he and Miguel carried his clothes behind a door labeled 'Dance Studio'.

Luke growled in anger but didn't want to stand out in the open in his tighty-whities any longer. He opened up his cabinet and...nothing? Luke stared into the empty cabinet for a minute before he tried another one. Maybe his dance outfit was misplaced? Luke opened another cabinet, then another, then another. None of them had any dance tights in them. Luke was beginning to worry. He opened up several more cabinets but not a single one had any dance clothes for him to try on. There wasn't even anything to cover himself with. After opening every cabinet, Luke began to hear voices echoing from a distance. If he didn't find some clothes soon, some strangers were going to see him in his underwear!

Luke cracked open the door Max and Miguel walked through and poked his head inside. There he saw Max with an armful of Luke's clothes and Miguel talking with a mature strict-faced woman with a tight bun in her brown hair who must Madame Baurstreid. "Ahem, guys?" All three people turned to Luke. "There's no dance uniform out here."

"Well of course there isn't Hanes, you have to buy the tights yourself. That cabinet is just for storing your shit. Oh! That reminds me, I should put these away." Max smirked.

"Hold on a second Max! I'm out here in my underwear!" Luke heard the sound of giggling coming from behind him and he quickly popped his head back out to see two girls at the end of the hall pointing in his direction. Panicked, he leapt inside the room slamming the door behind him with his back against it.

Miguel came forth and grabbed Luke by the waist "Come Luke, I introduce." Max exited the room with Luke's clothes.

"Wait! Hold on Miguel! I..." Miguel let Luke down right in front of Madame Baurstreid. Her stern expression examined the young man thoroughly, leaving Luke unsure as to whether or not he should cover up.

"Madame, this my Luke." My Luke? Luke thought. "He is most beautiful dancer. And so pretty." Miguel stroked Luke's cheek. "Luke, this is Madame Baurstreid, Marlene says she is...how you say...very good teacher."

"That would be an understatement," the Madame eyed Luke up and down again "I was told this young man's name was Hanes."

"Well actually I'm not..." Luke's objection was interrupted by Max coming back through the door. His strong arms bereft of Luke's clothes and replaced by Max's camera phone. "Okay, I didn't miss anything did I?"

"Max!" Luke clapped his hands over his package though Max had already started recording before he entered the room.