Cerulean’s turned out to be a rowdy gathering of drunk and semi-dressed men; nothing what Tate expected compared to his previous drinks and dates at the establishment. The place was packed beyond anything legal, filled with chesty men. Some visitors might have thought the free blowjobs being handed out in one of the bar’s dark corners disgusting, but Tate didn’t. Other patrons would have gladly joined in on the dance that had taken over every inch of the bar, enjoying tunes by a local garage band called Cheaper. In essence, the drinks at the bar were inexpensive and strong, the men handsome or cute, and the music amazing. Both Tate and Persimmon thought the place exhilarating and just what their date needed.
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Outside Cerulean’s, shoulder to shoulder and enjoying the evening’s ligh
