The club I chose that night was already packed when I got there at nine o’clock. It was a pretty open-minded scene, gays and straights mingling without any issues.
I found out a popular local band that always drew a huge crowd would be playing later. I squeezed through the men and women who were already in full party mode and made my way to the bar.
“Guinness, please,” I asked of the bartender, and leaned back to survey the crush. There were lots of prospects out there, and either s*x worked for me. Tonight, however, I was in the mood for male companionship.
“Here you go,” I heard from behind me and turned to pay cash and tip the guy who handed me the bottle.
I was content to sit on my perch and observe the antics of those around me, when I heard a guitar being tuned. Focusing on the s
