Joaquin had been your friend for as long as you can remember. He's been your wingman every time you had a crush, your shoulder to cry on with each rejection and he knew just how to cheer you up whenever you needed it.

This time though, he might've missed.

You got rejected, once again. So, even though he himself was straight (or so he thinks), he took you to a gay bar tonight. "Come on, man, you just need to get laid."

He looked around the room, taking in everyone there before pointing to a random guy. "Hey, he seems like your type."

This felt stupid. You had no business being in a gay bar, surrounded by either overly effeminate twinks or way too muscular bears.

Joaquin tried to make his way over to the guy, until someone else stopped him. They wrapped one arm around Joaquin, the other already wandering while Joaquin stared at him with a confused and mildly horrified look. The sight was certainly amusing.

Okay, maybe this could be fun.