A Few Drinks Later

I think I am on my fourth? Or is it my fifth? Doesn't matter... What does matter though is that this club is a little different than I expected. The music is a bit I don't know, camp? But maybe that's just American clubs?

"Hey pretty boy, can I get you a drink?"

"Huh?" I look around startled that my thoughts have been interrupted. As I look up my eyes meet with a hard looking chest and are forced to slowly raise higher before gazing upon the face of the large black man stood beside me.

"Are you talking to me?" I question the slightly menacing figure that has stood beside me. "Hey wait, did you call me pretty? Are you like Gay or something?"

"Hahaha" the mans deep voice rumbles "Well this is a Gay bar pretty boy."