Derrik spotted the bar from across the room...and the cute blond tending and stocking behind its polished surface.  He made his way over, hopping onto a bar seat and leaning on the bar with both beefy arms crossed over it.<br/><br/>"Mmm...yes, it is.  I don't know about playing.  Don't you have work to do...boy?"  Derrik said, his voice deep and his smile a little sadistic as he spoke.  He figured if Brandon was going to play with words, he could as well.  The man would be calling him 'boy' just as much as Brandon would be throwing 'daddy' around, and Derrik was fine with that.