“Young man, I understand you are out and proud or whatever your generation uses as a slogan, but desperately looking for s*x at the theatre is poor form. It makes us all look bad.”
Tudor smiled, so brightly that the corners of his lips almost reached his eyes. He couldn’t imagine how this guy would react if locked in a room with all the s*x hungry gays of the city that had approached him in the past twenty-four hours or so. He leaned closer, his voice almost a whisper.
“I am sorry, sir. I’ve been dealing with the gay bashing coming from this thorn in my side for too long. Grindr gets him so disgusted and appalled that he actually shuts up for a few precious minutes.”
“Yes, still…” the man said, looking at Radu over Tudor’s shoulder.
“It’s that or banging his head into the seat in front
