Chapter 5
“You never raided this place, did you?” Fran asked as they walked into a pub with a rainbow flag over the door.
“Raided? No. Why? Do you think we should?”
“Of course not. It’s just a police thing, isn’t it?”
“You watch too much telly. We don’t raid pubs just for being gay, not anymore. Only if we hear of anything illegal happening. Drugs. Underage drinking. s*x on the premises.”
“I don’t think this one is that kind of place,” Fran said with a grin. “I’ve certainly never seen that. Or done it, obviously. I mean, I’ve snogged a guy or two pretty hard.” He held up his hands in an “I surrender” gesture, grinning again. “So cuff me.”
“Maybe later.”
Dez was trying to act cool, but he wasn’t super-comfortable with this and had started wishing he’d never accepted the invitation to
