Comedy Club Encounters

The comedy show was already on when you got to the club, but you’d been around enough times over the summer that the bouncer out front recognised you and waved you in. The loungey bar area was dimly lit, and the open stage area was almost pitch dark except for the bright lights focused on the stage. Tasha wasn’t on, and thankfully neither were any of the more prickly comedians you and Gemma had gotten a reputation with.

You went to the bar and ordered a beer, not feeling like spending the twelve dollars for a cocktail even though you had Gemma on the brain, and when you had your drink you asked after Tasha. He nodded you to the far end of the bar, back around the side where the comedians hung out and watched each other’s sets. You’d never actually been around that side before, usually you met whoever you were coming to see out front.

With a breath, and a quick prayer that the ‘Bull Dyke’ or the guy you had said stole jokes weren’t back there, you took a swig of your beer and headed around the bar.

There were half a dozen comedians hanging out back there, an older one seemingly holding court as he told some story with wild gesticulations of his hands. Tasha was at the far end of the table, smiling and chuckling but keeping her distance a bit, one ear towards the stage. When you started to approach she turned at the motion and her smile flicked brighter for a moment before she grimaced and glanced down the table.

Mosche was sitting there, listening raptly to the older comedian, laughing just a little too loud. His arm was around Iris, who was smiling but looked way out of her element.

“This guy,” you muttered, shaking your head.

Mosche spotted you second, before Tasha could make her escape from the table. “John!” he said. “Hey, guys, this is my friend John.”

You groaned softly under your breath, forcing a smile and approaching. “Hi, guys.”

“Don’t tell me,” the older comedian said. “You’ve got a great idea for a joke.”

“Nope,” you said, not wanting to engage or take the bait.

“John’s my roommate, but he’s moving away. Hey, speaking of which, does anyone need a place?”

Another guy at the table leaned forward, immediately interested. He was sitting on the other side of Iris and was maybe twenty years older than Mosche, let alone you or the petite asian girl.

“Right,” you said, backing away as Mosche got swept into maybe getting a new roommate. Tasha had stood up and left the table, hovering behind you, so you took another quiet step back and then turned, following her.

You both went around to the other end of the bar, out of sight of the other comedians. Laughter echoed out from the stage area but you weren’t paying any attention to whoever was on stage.

“Hi,” Tash said with a grin as she pivoted on one foot and turned, leaning back into you as she hugged you tightly.

“Hey, gorgeous,” you said, squeezing her back. She was wearing her usual ‘stage uniform’ of the light leather jacket and tight black jeans, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. “What’s our limit here, ‘cause I’d love to kiss you.”

“Ugh, same,” she said, looking up at you with a big grin. “But that would be too obvious, and when I kiss you I want to kiss you. Give my ass a squeeze though.”

You did, sliding your hands down from around her waist to her butt, giving it a double squeeze and making her chuckle before you separated.

“Just you tonight?” Tasha asked. “Oh, wait, right, Sabrina has her sister in town. Why didn’t she bring her?”

“Family drama stuff,” you sighed. “Well, drama-ish. Drama lite? Whatever. We went out for dinner,Emma wasn’t that enthused about learning about me and Gemma at the same time, and now they need some time to talk about ‘stuff.’”

“Eh, it should be fine,” Tasha shrugged. “Probably. If anyone can convince someone your throuple is ‘normal,’ it’s probably Sabrina.”

“Yeah,” you said, not really thrilled at needing to obfuscate the truth but knowing it wasn’t your stuff to spill even if she was a friend of all three of you. “So I needed to clear out for a bit, and Sabrina mentioned you had an early spot tonight. I didn’t realise Mosche was going to be here though, or Iris.”

“He’s bringing her everywhere, like a little kid with a new puppy or rabbit or something,” Tasha groaned, biting the inside of her cheek. “Part of me is like, fuck him and that bitch, but the other part of me is like, ‘Run girl! Fly away before he fucks you over!’ and I haven’t decided which.”

“OK, well, here’s a question for you,” you said. “Did he ever mention something about a guy named Tommy?”

Mosche had not, in fact, mentioned his deceased roommate to Tasha, and now you had both Sabrina and Tasha wanting you to dig for new information. She was also snorting with laughter at you having walked in on Mosche and Iris having sex, since you’d walked in on her more than once.

There was applause over in the stage area and that had her grabbing your arm. “I’m up,” she said.

“Break several legs,” you said and gave her a side hug.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she chuckled, then winked at you as you rolled your eyes and sauntered towards the stage as the host for the night took to it and started her introduction.

You went and leaned in the doorway at the top of the couple steps into the sitting area, sipping on your beer and grinning as Tasha got on stage and started her set. She was bright and fun and witty, and you could tell even in the last couple of months she’d really started to find her footing and feel confident on stage. She could weave in and out of her bits, intermixing a bit of crowd work without doing it. No one tried to heckle her, and she kept up the positive energy in the crowd. Maybe she didn’t bring the house down, but that was OK. She didn’t shit the bed and bomb it, so it was a good set.

She came back to you through the crowd at the end practically buzzing, her grin wide, and she hopped up the stairs and into your arms. “Great set,” you said.

“Thanks,” she chirped, then pulled you down into a quick kiss. Barely a peck, really. Celebratory. Not even really a hint of sexuality in it.

“Oh,” Iris said from behind you.

You turned, one hand on Tasha’s back. “Oh,” you said.

“Oh,” Tasha said as she saw who had spoken.

Oops.

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