"This place is nice," Tyler said, touring the quirky Catalyst Ranch. 

"It's too...colorful," Mason said, crinkling his nose.

"But they do a lot of good programming," Tyler said, pointing out a poster in the hall. "They're hosting a ProjectMusic fundraiser to send the at-risk kids at Lydia Home to camp. It's perfect for our Haven fundraiser."

"Tyler, cutie, listen to me. The people who are going shell out all the big bucks for Haven aren't going to come all the way to the West Loop. Old gays like to be close to Boystown so they can go and troll the bars in their suits after an event." 

"But it looks like my Aunt Trudy's house. And they've got not-for-profit rates."

Mason rolled his eyes. "Would you stop worrying about money? You've got me and I've got a whole committee behind me. It will only be the swankiest for this benefit, even if I have to foot the bill myself."

"Isn't that the whole point of this? To make money, not lose it?"

"And if you listen to me, we will. I appreciate the effort you're putting in, really, but I've got this."

"I really appreciate what you're doing for the kids."

"I'm not doing this for the kids," Mason said coyly.

 

"Seriously, I am so grateful, I could never repay you."

"I can think of a few ways," Mason grinned

 

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