Beau hadn't been to Carnival for a couple of months and that night he'd been seeking escapism in dark corners and shadows. Even though he still wasn't out for the whole world to know, as he danced in the crowd he could pretend just for a moment that he was. There could be more to life than clandestine thrills and being somewhere that people might see them flirt didn't seem to diminish Beau's appreciation for tall, confident men.
When Scor rolled his body, Beau laughed, a hand instinctively reaching for his hip. It was a ridiculous move, yes, but he'd done even more ridiculous ones live on WeeVee. The enthusiasm was infectious and Beau couldn't help but sing along to the chorus as he danced.