Chapter 3

He’d have to explain the score to the man in front of him and hopefully that would scare him away. Jason’s life didn’t need any additional complications and he needed to get home. He didn’t have time to talk this guy out of the idea that he was fresh meat. Damn Bobby. He tapped the shot glass and the bartender poured him another shot of Jameson’s. He took out his wallet and the guy next to him shook his head no, to the bartender.

Shit, he bought me a drink. Now to get rid of this guy I have to tell him my life story. Bobby you are so dead. Jason turned bright red. “Err…Hi. They’ve never done that before. I have no clue as to what to say to you. I don’t get out much. Try ever. I have two jobs and sole custody of my half-sister. My down time is pretty limited. But no, I’ve never had my friends troll for me before, especially since they’re all straight.”

“What are all those straight boys doing in a gay club?”

“They’re here for me. Like Bobby said, it’s my birthday.”