Sage drummed his fingers against the glass, staring down at his reflection in the liquor. He was afraid of what he'd see if he looked up. Even the music wasn't enough to keep his thoughts occupied. Why was he even here? Oh, yeah, because his friends thought it was a good idea. Because his friends told him to have fun.

Loosen up, they said. You'll love it, they said. They'd told him they were going to a club, not a gay club. Now, he had no problem with gay people. The two friends who took him here were gay. But he wasn't and that was the problem.

He would've left by now if not for the fact that his friends, who drove him here, were too busy shaking ass. Every time he called them they told him a few more minutes, then those minutes turned into hours. He eventually gave up and found a secluded corner at the bar. He hoped that if he looked miserable enough, no one would talk to him but of course, he couldn't just get a break.

He almost flinched as a man sat besides him. He glanced at him and immediately looked away when they made eye contact. He should've just kept his eyes down. What could he do now? Make some small talk? Walk away? No, that was rude. But then again, he wasn't even supposed to be here. "Listen, I'm not-"

He immediately cut himself off as he looked up at the guy. Now, Sage wasn't gay but he could admit when a guy was hot. And when he said hot, he meant hot. He almost forgot what he was about to say. Oh yeah, he wasn't gay. "Gay... I'm not gay." He eventually managed to mumbled. Was it weird for a straight guy to be at a gay club? He was straight, right? Right?