Evan cocked his head to the side at the name. Barcode? What the hell does Barcode stand for? Or maybe it was more like what was he exactly, some name that just shouted it was a gay bar? He shrugged after a second. "Barcode, sure," he said, glancing at the names he was walking by, "No. We are going to Barcode. I said I'd take you to a gay bar to get laid and then I'm taking you to a gay bar to get you laid."