“You sure?” Wayne asked.
“Absolutely,” Toby answered. “I might only dance to the slow songs, though.”
“There ain’t no slow songs,” Wayne said, glancing sideways at Toby.
“I know,” Toby said, laughing. “I ain’t no dummy. I know what a freakin’ gay dance club is like, even if it’s only from YouTube.”
They walked down the street to Station 4. It was already past ten so there was a decent crowd in the place. The music was loud, people were dancing and everyone seemed to have some kind of specialty cocktail in their hands. The guys were mostly close in age to Wayne and Toby, but dressed more chic than them. “I’m not sure we’re dressed for this place,” Toby said, speaking loudly so Wayne could hear him over the music and gesturing to their jeans and polos.
Wayne laughed. “Maybe not, but I a
