They ate dinner at Walker’s Grill in downtown Billings and discussed their plans.
“There are only three gay bars in town,” Seth said.
Mack screwed up his face.
“What?” Seth asked, setting his beer down.
“Well, a town this size, and three gay bars already?”
“Yeah, but hear me out. One is in the basement of the Elk’s Club; they call it Club Q. It’s only open on Saturdays and don’t open 'til nine so that the Elk’s membership ain’t exposed ta the dregs a society.” Seth laughed, took a sip of his beer, and went on. “They only do it ta make the Elks some extra money and it’s a mix a gays and lesbians. So it’s hard for the guys to cut loose and be…well, gay. And they close for the summer, too. So I don’t think that’d be competition.”
Mack nodded, acquiescing to Seth’s assessment. “The ot
