Continue talking at the bar

"Nah, you don't have to close up, Gianna," you tell her and take another drink.

"I thought I could give you a little adventure," she winks.

"That's just it, Gianna. I don't think I'm into women anymore," you admit and take another drink.

"You're gay??"

"No! No, of course not! Forget what I said," you stammer. You realize the type of bar you're at. If anybody at the bar or neighborhood thought you were gay, you'd probably get beat up.

Gianna smiles and slides another drink and a shot of something clear in front of me. "This is on the house. Now, tell, Gianna everything. Tell Gianna what's bothering a good-looking man like you?"