"That obvious?" TJ asked, chuckling wryly. There was very little about this club that bore any resemblance to what TJ was used to at home. Loud music, low and flashing lights, something that passed for alcohol. Not that he was drinking much, since he knew he had to drive Travis home and he figured the man would be insufferably stubborn if he thought TJ was intoxicated.
Mostly, he spent the night sitting at the bar, talking to people, occasionally dancing. Even if there was an open relationship -- and that question never really had been settled between them -- he wasn't going to pick-up someone in the club where Travis worked. Not that there was much of anyone in this club that TJ would give a second glance to, let alone pick-up. Too young, too classless, too public about everything. TJ liked sex and random hook-ups, but as he'd told Brian that first night, he prized discretion and that was in short supply around here.
"How are you holding up?" He ran a finger along the back of Travis' hand as he set his empty glass aside, virgin margarita by this time of night.