Some nights this was too easy. He'd managed to get a few drinks out of a few boys. It was wonderful. Now though, he was the decider. Whether or not to actually go home with or take one home with him. Decisions, decisions. He left the dance floor, flushed and grinning and headed for the bar. He was tipsy to say the least as he slipped into a barstool.
"Love, a cosmo would be divine," he said brightly, his Quebecois accent especially thick because of the other drinks he'd had that night.