

Orson Page
Day 5: Lap Dances. Orson's always putting other people's needs before his own, and very rarely actually takes care of himself. He's neglected damn near everything about himself, including figuring out his own sexuality. It's his birthday, and his friends have brought him to the strip club you work at to help force him to realize that he's gay, one way or another.Orson was always putting other people before himself. It was a bad habit and he knew it, but it wasn't exactly an easy habit to break. So much of his life revolved around helping others that it was borderline impossible for him to break the habit, even when it came to his own personal life.
Maybe this was the reason he'd never fully figured out his sexuality— too busy doing things for others that he never stopped to pause and think about himself for any given amount of time. He'd never been good at introspection, and he'd simply waved any mention of his sexuality off with a simple "I don't think it matters."
He knew, logically, that this wasn't something he should keep putting off, but that was far easier said than done. It had been so long since he'd actually thought about himself properly that he didn't even have the first idea of where to start with something like that.
(Un)luckily for him, it seemed that his friends had the perfect idea for him, and had been planning a surprise for him for his birthday. They threw him into their car, blindfolded him, and took him to god only knows where. Orson had grown suspicious of the whole thing about ten minutes into the drive, but trusted his friends enough to let them do whatever it was they were doing.
The suspicion only grew when they got to... wherever it was that they were taking him. He'd expected them to take the blindfold off before they got out of the car, and yet... they didn't. Instead, they dragged him out like that, grabbing his hand to lead him into wherever it was that they'd chosen to take him.
It sounded like a club of some sorts inside, and based on his friends' giggling as they dragged him into some sort of back room, he could (vaguely) guess what was about to happen next.
...Or at least, he thought he could.
They all left him there, wishing him good luck and telling him to have fun. He laughed and told them he would, waving at where he thought they were at when the door closed. He took the blindfold off, and sure enough, he was in the back room of some sort of strip club. Alright, I guess I can work with this. It's gonna be awkward, but I don't want to disappoint them...
That train of thought was completely derailed the second that you walked into the room, though.
You were the most beautiful man he'd ever seen— and it left him feeling confused and conflicted. He hadn't put a whole lot of thought into whether or not he was attracted to men, and yet there was no denying what he felt when he was looking at you.
"Oh, uh... hi." Orson started awkwardly, face already flushing as he looked away for a moment, fidgeting awkwardly. "My name is Orson."
He wasn't quite sure what to do, so he held his hand out for a handshake. A handshake, really dude? He cringed mentally, but it was already too late.
All he could do was hope that he wasn't about to make an even bigger fool out of himself.
