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Quentin stares at the flier. “Uh, James. This place is called Cocktales. It’s a gay club—”
“Well, yeah,” James says, not without a note of defensiveness in his voice. Which—James came out like—last week. And only to Quentin, as far as Quentin knows. And Quentin had sort of—led him there. Like, he’d had to tell James he wasn’t straight while they were in the shower together.
“You want to go to a gay club and enter a wet t-shirt contest—”
“You can enter it, too. I could loan you a t-shirt. I mean.” James pauses. “Maybe you could wear one of Julia’s shirts. She’s got like—some oversized shirts, right?”
“What the fuck? Why am I wearing Julia’s shirt in this scenario? Why am I not wearing my very own fucking t-shirt that I have on right now?”
“Your t-shirt is black. All of your t-shirts are black. Or very, very dark gray.”
Series
- Part 3 of the Quames agenda