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Charlie had begun to nod immediately at Ernie's comment, but the smile faded slightly at the compliment. It had always been a risk, coming here, where most people probably fitted into the gay or bisexual bits of the bracket. "Yeah, came fucking close to a burnt scalp, but thankfully one of the guys put me out in time. And, er, thanks, family trait," he said, his smile tight as he studied the food very intently.
"Well, that's a start. If only everybody had your attitude," he said, slightly wistful. The vomit was definitely one of his least favourite aspects of his new job.
He glanced around at the room, very plain compared to some of the set-ups in the Roost, although the big screen was intriguing. "Not sure. I can't stay long, gotta go open up, but I guess it's a good thing. The night at the club's all well and good but it doesn't suit everybody," he said with a shrug. If he hadn't have been working he might not have liked Queer night himself. A bit too much throwing yourself at other people for his preferences.