Dale was restless and knew that the last place he needed to be was here at Eros, in a room filled with hormones, half-naked men and an almost animalistic streak running through him the night before the full moon. Where he should be - and would be if he had any sense at all - was at home in bed trying to sleep and fill himself with vitamins.
Staying on mineral water - the last thing he needed was a hangover tomorrow - he walked around the club, bumping into a few men who he knew- Some kind of well, some better than well. It seemed that over the years, Patrick and he had fucked some of the same people and oddly, that made him grin.
"Hey birthday boy," he said as he came up behind Patrick, kissing his neck and wrapping an arm around him. "Many happy returns."