Tommy looked at Oliver for a moment, not sure if he'd heard right, but they were too close and the club was well insulated because you couldn't hear the music or vibration from the other side. "Oliver, we've faked relationship all of our lives. We might not be good at them, but we know how to be players. When there are women involved."
Did Oliver not really see the problem? Was he seeing problems that weren't there just because... okay, he hadn't really figured out this part out, because he couldn't have those types of feelings for his best friends. It was ridiculous. He'd never been interested in guys.
He finished the second glass, but suddenly alcohol wasn't enough. He needed something else, and screw all the rules. There was a gay club next door which meant someone knew how to score drugs. "I'll be right back," he said standing up, and bottoming his jacket. The bathroom would be a good place to start, waiters after, and if that didn't work, he could try downstairs. He might not be familiar with gay clubs, but he didn't think they were much different than any other club when it came to drugs. "I won't be long."