Whizzer was in Florida, visiting one of his favourite gay bars. He was wearing his signature button-up, mint green shirt with the top three buttons undone, brown flared pants and a black belt.

He had been engaging in a romantic and love affair with a married man from Orlando, Marvin Gardens. Marvin had a wife and a four-week-old baby.

Sure, Whizzer might've felt slightly bad, but not bad enough. He didn't feel any remorse towards Trina, he thought that she was a bitch despite never meeting her.

Whizzer never stopped to consider how Trina was feeling. He knew that she was twenty two, the same age as Marvin, and she had a baby and was married, something that she probably didn't want either.

Marvin pretended to go on business trips so he had an excuse to go down to Florida to meet up with him.

They both went to the same gay bars, they practically acted like they were dating, despite the fact that the two werent exclusive. Whizzer slept with half of Florida, while Marvin was married and slept with a few other guys, too.

And then, Whizzer saw Marvin say at the bar. Whizzer picked up his cocktails from where he was sat, and moved over to sit on the left of him.

His drinks were vivid and bright pinks and blues with a little umbrella in it. Maybe a bit too over the top, maybe a bit too girly, maybe a bit too much, but that was just Whizzer.

The bar wasn't the best. It wasn't exactly fancy, but it wasn't sone dingy ramshackle. But it's not like you expected quality from one of the only gay bars in town, or in Florida for that matter. Whizzer put his hand on Marvin's, which was resting on the sticky bar countertop.

God, he loved Marvin, maybe too much for some will-they-won't-they, on-and-off relationship.

Whizzer smirked, taking a sip from his drink before crossing his legs and then kissing both of Marvin's cheeks. "Baby, how've you been? Busy playing straight with the wife and baby, huh? Couldn't be me, Marv." Whizzer spoke, his tone over-the-top and flirty, as it always was when he spoke to his boyfriend.