Sam licked his lips appreciatively at the show of strength on the part of the bouncer, his insides feeling all warm and gooey. Although there wasn't anything about this Jackson that spoke to his gaydar. As far as Sam could tell, Jackson preferred pussy. Shame, really. Not that Sam didn't like girls. He did. Quite a bit. But to only date women would be so... limiting.
Keiran on the other hand... he was a puzzle. He gave off the cutest blushing vibes that said he was interested, but in that innocent I have no idea what I'm doing sort of way.
Bi-curious, would be Sam's guess.
But he'd have to wait and see.
And he intended to.
"Probably. Just like I should find someplace with dancing to work the kinks out." He carefully didn't specify what kinks he wanted to work out, either.
"See you soon, boys. Good luck, if you decide to go for those interviews."
And with those final words, he stood and left the bar, looking back over his shoulder once at Keiran. He'd come to him this time. The next step in the dance, should Keiran decide to take it, was his.