Oh Fuck

Wutt!!! No!! No way!!

Fuck, everything makes so much sense now. The cheesy camp music, the fact that all of the drinks are named after drag queens. How did I not notice all of the men making out on the dance floor.

Fuck Fuck Fuckity Fuck. I should leave.

"I errr, s-so-sorry I didn't know. I-I was just here for the cheap booze. I'm so sorry, I'll leave." I fumble out as I step of the bar stool and try to make my escape.

"Hey, Hey princess. Just calm down a little. Look at me an take a deep breath." The man responds to my word vomit as he places one of his large hands on my shoulder to keep me rooted in place.

I guess I have ****... BREATHE.... BREATHE....

"Okay, now do you feel a little better?" my new companion questions. "Yknow, you don't have to be gay to be drinking in a gay bar right? I mean yeh, a pretty little twink like you is definitely gonna get hit on, but if you can put up with that then you'll be fine. Now, why don't you stay and I'll get you another round, yknow just to calm you back down after that little revelation."