It was weird, Cal finding himself in a gay bar in the middle of the night with no one to accompany him like last time.. Because last time he came here, he had Derek, his best friend in the whole goddamn universe. They drank three straight tequila shots that night and danced it away with a couple kisses and tears.

He felt wrong coming back, knowing if his dad ever found out he'd be screwed.. but he didn't think about that right now. Right now, he was rapid fire downing tequila shots, and had already gotten down four, wincing as he thanked the bartender with a sigh and drop of his head. At least it didn't rain this time when he drove out to the bar. So, he wasn't soaked, he was dry.. his shirt was dry, so was his hair, and his jeans and shoes. Maybe it would've been better if it had rained, he wasn't sure.

What he was sure of, was he wanted to get drunk, to forget about that night here with Derek—to forget everything.