"why'd you leave Jersey for a place like that?" Ash had been part of the problem. He was born in the thirties to a rich, white family. There weren't a lot of open minded people when he was growing up. Wasn't until his born family all died that he finally felt comfortable with being his true self.

"Not exactly my style." He was also use to designer clothes and shoes. "I would do unspeakable things for a plain cotton tee-shirt and some jeans instead of this itchy crap."

If this was going to be long term he's going to have to figure some shit out. This just won't cut it. The guy at the pier mentioned jobs. Following K down the alley he smirks. Babe. Guess he'll have to let that slide if he keeps calling him sweetheart.

"That needs more explanation, K."