Welcome to Brawlers Bar... A quick pit stop for a comfortable bed to sleep turned into an eight year stay. Vincent "Crave" Butler hit the road the day after college graduation and hadn't looked behind him since. He'd swore to never stop moving, but the night he drove into Powers, Georgia changed the course of his life. He'd hit a bar called Brawlers with its rundown exterior and pride flag beside the door, the next day he had a job. Second in command to the Head of Brawler security, Crave found the place he didn't have to run from. No one would call Crave sane. He lived to make people as uncomfortable as possible just for his own twisted amusement. That all changed when a certain cute as fuck bartender walked in for an interview. No one wanted Twitch Harrison around for the long term. He was small, femme and annoying on his best days, downright abhorrent on his bad ones. When college turned out to be a no-go and the parents canceled his credit cards he'd needed a job. Walking into Brawlers, the roughest gay bar in his hometown, was like a game of pick the thing that didn't belong-him. The two owners, Scary and Tank, hired him on and a year later he was still that thing that didn't belong. No one made it more apparent than bouncer Crave Butler who didn't hide the fact he barely tolerated Twitch's presence. Crave threatened every man who thought they'd get the pretty Twitch, but would Twitch rather be in their beds than his? Only one way to find out and he hoped Twitch was ready for forever because that's what Crave was determined to have.