Bay watched Dirk with amusement as they walked into the club. The younger man looked around, his eyes widening when he realized where they were, or more to the point what kind of club it was.
“They’re almost all men,” he whispered, looking up at Bay.
“Usually are, in a gay club,” Bay agreed with a grin. Putting one hand on Dirk’s shoulder, he steered him to a vacant seat at the bar. “Name your poison.”
“I bet they don’t have ale.”
“I bet they do.” Bay flagged down the bartender. “My usual, Colin, and an ale.”
The bartender looked at Dirk and shook his head. “You know better, Bay.”
“He’s old enough. Show him your ID, Dirk.”
Dirk took out his wallet, opening it to let Colin see.
“No way.” Colin eyed him suspiciously. “You’re twenty-two, and a cop?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Don’t call him ‘sir.
