“I toldja, I wanna go find a quiet place and just relax…,” stated Quin trying to sound nonchalant about going off to hide, more like, going to hide from temptation.

            “That’s out of the question, you should be on the dance floor, finding your next fuck,” said Brian.  Justin rolled his eyes, quiet and pensive.  He and Sam had had a talk earlier, Sam telling him that she was honored that he wanted a child, and with her, of all people.  But that she couldn’t and wouldn’t do that, she’d lost one child and couldn’t see herself carrying it, or giving it away.  Justin had understood, and it had sent him into deep thought about his want to have a child, someone that was a part of him. 

            “All right, who are you doing to be fucking tonight?” asked Quin of Brian.

            “Whoever he wants,” piped in Justin as he nibbled on his lobster.  “As long as he remembers, I’m the one he comes home too…”

            “Oh god, I’m living with a dyke…,” muttered Brian dramatically, smoothing out his tie and giving Justin a lusty look, then his eyes washed over the table.  “I’m at a table, with a bunch of them, unreal.”

            “If you guys will excuse me, I’m going to go rest for a while… the photo shoot really took a lot out of me,” forcing a smile, Sam stood.

            “You need someone to walk you…” began Justin.

            “I think I can manage, Sunshine, thanks,” said Sam, ruffling Justin’s blonde hair, walking away from the table and Bette looked over at Brian, who looked more than worried. 

            “She’s not all right, is she?” asked Bette of Brian, the table falling into listening mode.

            “No…,” he answered, “I don’t think she is.”

            “She’s pushing to hard, that’s what it is, she should have stayed home, Brian,” said Carmen wagging her finger at Brian and he looked at his hands sheepishly.

            “She offered, and she knew how important this was to Kinnetics,” answered Brian.  “To me, and she’s a big fucking girl, she can handle herself.”

            “She was looking out for her brother,” said Quin softly.  “That’s what you do, for family.  You dress in a suit, go to work every day, pretend to be a cold hearted bitch, set up your own mother, and then smile when it all works out.  You give in, you bend, you do things you’d never do, just so that your family is ok.”