When Ten was younger, he used to dance on the streets in Thailand and in many ways, it had been a blessing. It made him flexible, rubbery and capable of doing things most could not. Like literally dropping to the floor the moment he saw Tae coming over, his whole body sort of collapsing under itself like one of those fold down ottomans.

Now he just had to get out of here. As cool as that move was, he lost a lot of cool points when he rolled over, went to crawl and lifted his head too fast, hitting one of the taps under the bar. Stupid beer nozzle!

"Ten, dude, what are you doing?" One of the bartenders asked unhelpfully before turning his attention onto Tae. "Can I get you something, sir?" He still had to be professional, even if the bosses boyfriend was on the floor for some reason.