"Thanks," Marc whispered, low enough the folks in the front of the crowd couldn't hear. "You don't have to do this."
"I want to," Sylvester whispered back. Then he smiled wide, the same smile he'd given Marc just after they kissed. Marc felt himself leaning forward toward that smile, everything in him needing to be a little closer to this wonderful man.
Sylvester turned back towards the crowd, holding the box above his head. "Who's ready to DRINK?"
Marc's stomach sank a little. Sylvester was just being a good guy, taking one for the team--so to speak--when nobody else was willing to own up to being the last one.
The rest of the crowd cheered and Marc felt himself being moved forward, a surge of hands pushing him toward the AUDREY'S back door. The smell of stale beer wafted on the breez
