Chapter 9It was not going to be perfect.
Chandler’s apartment was a mess. Manny kept stuttering as he tried to make small talk, still clearly nervous about unveiling his leg. And the weird discordant music from the bar and the pinball game lingered in Chandler’s mind. It was not going to be a perfect night, even if he thought he liked Manny more than he’d ever liked anyone else, including Elroy.
It was not going to be perfect, he told himself yet again as they moved into his kitchen, and he realized he had nothing to drink for either one of them. But that didn’t mean that their night together couldn’t be good.
“Let’s skip the drinks,” Chandler said. “Try again next time.”
“Oh. Okay. I…” Manny seemed to gesture towards the door, his face crestfallen. Chandler took his cheeks in his hand
