Dave has just finished locking up the theatre after a long night of... well, theatre. He's mostly a dark shape, as the alley in the back is rather poorly lit, and he's whistling.

It happens to be one of Alexander's favorite tunes. Dah dah dah, da da da da da da da daaah, da DA, da DA, da da da da DAH... So on. It's something classical, something that Dave can't name, because he doesn't pay attention to the names of the tunes that stick in his head.

To use an over used term, his 'aura' is very similar to Alexander's. Less powerful and more susceptible, younger, but very, very similar.

They are cousins.

Well, this is a pretty little recipe for disaster, now isn't it?
Bo walks right into it.
This in itself is not unusual. What is unusual is that he walks into this one with complete innocence, all unknowing.

He's not dressed in a way that would immediately arouse discomfort, either. So his eyes have blue shadows underneath...what of it? With the exception of his obvious tiredness, the face, deeply shadowed, could easily be that of a rather otherworldly young woman.

"Good to see you."

And if the greeting is overly friendly, so what?

Bo's hungry. Too hungry to pay a lot of attention. Too hungry to control that magnetism that he exudes if he's not careful. The charm (so to speak) is on.

Oh, isn't it just.

"Yeah, good to see you too, I guess."

He has no idea why this chick is so friendly, but he's not going to object. Exactly. He'll be polite, of course, but he's with Vi again.

This makes him happy. This makes him determined not to screw it up.

Again.

Then there are fingers brushing against the back of Dave's neck. And breath too...warm, but not suffocatingly so.
"What brings you to this part of town?"

Because, you know, if Alexander frequents the theatre, Bo doesn't know it.

I wonder if Dave can hold out.

No. He can't.

"Uh... I, well, I..." He can't seem to form a coherent sentence. This might be because Bo is so very... Bo.

He turns. Bo is awfully... close...

"God."

This is just a bit more than somebody being friendly.

Well, that was easy.
As soon as he turns, Bo stops bothering with conversation and kisses him.

However, something about the way his fingers are at the small of Dave's back now suggests something like 'let's go back to my car'.

"Mmphmmmmmm...."

In case you can't tell, that started out as muffled protest and ended in a rather pleased moan.

I have said it before, but I will say it again. Bo's lips are irresistable!

Anyway, Dave is essentially putty in Bo's hands. And whatever other appendages the half-incubus wants to use.

And so...they go back to the car.
A lot of people have gone back to the car, but it is none worse for the wear. It's clean, it's neat, it gleams, and it smells of ginger.

Did I mention that Bo's half starved?
He pulls Dave into the car after him, and then...

"Holy fucking shit, you're a guy!"

That is sufficient to break Dave out of the hormone induced daze he was in. He doesn't do guys. Ever. Especially not since Justin.

Also he's with Violet.

Dave jerks away from Bo and whacks his head on the roof of the car, sputtering more profanity and getting just a bit red in the face.

And Bo, who has done enough kissing to not be half-mad with hunger anymore, stares at him.
And then he zips up hurriedly.
And then he stares.

"I...ah..."

Well, this is bad.

"...thought you were someone I knew."

And how many of Alex's relatives are wandering this city?! Bo decides that he'll have to be more careful.

"No. No fucking way. I've never fucking seen you before in my life. Shit."

Dave rubs the back of his head and wonders how in hell he got into this situation anyway.

"Who the fuck did you think I was?"

"A..."
No, it would probably be a bad idea to say that.
"...person I know. Just someone. None of your business."
He narrows his eyes.
"You smell just like him. Now I can see you in proper light...you are some years younger. But there is a certain similarity of appearance."
Bo's face is quite red by this point as well. This only flusters him more, because he's completely unaccustomed to feeling uncomfortable or embarassed.
"I...am...so very sorry. Please, go."

"The only person anybody ever thinks I look like around here is... No. Fucking. Way."

Dave hears that he looks kind of like Dr. Barclay rather a lot. Not so much these days, since he's not attending Keaton anymore, but someone different would comment on it once a week or so, back then...

"No way," he repeats.

"Dr. B. is gay!?"

Bo flushed a darker red.
"I...uh...er, I...no, that's not what I said!"
He huffs, trying to pass it off as irritation rather than nerves.
"I don't even know who that is. If you'd let me finish, hmph. You bore a resemblance to...my friend in...in the dark."
So there?

Dave appears not to have heard Bo's response.

"Dr. B. is gay. Dr. B is gay. Dr. B. is gay."

Pause.

"Nope. Still can't picture it. Shit. Shit."

Dave's laughter bears a marked resemblance to hysteria.

Bo, sensing disaster (which had been there since the beginning, hadn't it?), lunged forward and grabbed Dave's shoulders shaking him.
"That's not who I am talking about! Listen! You looked like someone else entirely in the dark!"

"So who was it?"

Dave jerks away from Bo and folds his arms in challenge.

"I've only ever been compared to two people. One, my dad, and he lives ten hours drive away, and you sure as hell haven't been fucking him, 'cause my mom would kill you. And two, Dr. Alexander J. Barclay, my freshman English professor at university."

"I don't know either of them. I try to avoid married men and, uh, teachers."
He's beginning to regain his composure. A little.
"He's called...Terrance."
There we go.

"Yeah? Fuck. I don't believe you, you know that, right?"

His arms are still folded, and his expression is remarkably like Alexander's. It's the kind of expression you'd see on Alexander's face when you made poor excuses for why you haven't studied, or you turned in a paper late, or what have you. Skeptical, disbelieving, all that lovely stuff.

"Shit. He's like fifty, I didn't know he ever had a sex drive. Shit."

"You're welcome to believe what you like."
But he cant help getting red again, sort of like he would if Alexander made that face at him.
"But I don't know the man you're talking about...and might I add that you seem awfully interested? Terrance, on the other hand, isn't fifty. He's thirty-six and he has dark hair cut rather like yours."
You know that quote about protesting, right?

"'Course I'm interested. If Dr. B. is gay, that's the weirdest, craziest, most fucked-up thing I've heard since I met the goddess of fucking luck."

Bo, the best thing to do would be to flee, because everything you're saying is just making Dave more certain that he's right.

"So what's Barclay smell like, anyway?"

Bo can't flee. Dave is in the back of his car.

"I have no idea! Now go!"

Ah yes.

Dave mutters a bit more profanity and adds as he climbs out of the car.

"You look like a girl, you know that? You've got to do something about that, jeez."

And over his shoulder.

"Will Dr. B. tell me the same thing?"

Bo pales at that. Dave asking Dr. Barclay is somewhere near the last thing he wants this situation to end with.
"I can't help looking like a girl!" he retorts lamely, tumbles into the front seat, and screams off into the night.