Damian
Whomever said alcohol drowns your sorrows is very wrong. It does however, make you a little jolly but I guess it depends on where you are, what you drink and who is with you. I say all this as I observe Bryan flittering around the room…man to man.
The urge to smack each and everyone of them that smile back at him grows with every second. Brains, I picture on the tabletop when I see one touch his shirt front. It does not matter that he returns to me and sits very lady-like on my lap. This is my first gay- bar and I dislike it. Too many pretty men and men that I thought were women but weren’t.
Grabbing my man by the throat when I see another handsome fellow, seated opposite us on the other side of the room, eyeing me. I nibble Bryan’s neck, looking at the guy who is still observing
