"Sam. Although I'm better known as Voodoo," he said with a flirtatious wink, taking the bottle from the giggling man and drawing a hefty pull on the neck.
"And I'm not sure that it's just a matter of looking familiar. You... have a pretty unique look, Keiran. And believe me when I say I'd remember a stud like you."
Sam wasn't gay, but he was comfortable with himself and his sexuality. Hell, he had to be in his line of work. Sam preferred to think of himself as Open to the Possibilities of Life. That translated into sleeping with whoever caught his eye in the moment.
So this was only a bit of a test, really. He wanted to see if maybe he recognized Keiran from coming to the club, or one of the other clubs. Maybe the feeling he got was simply Keiran being gay. He may not be a full fledged gay man, but he had frighteningly accurate gaydar.
That, and, well, Keiran was attractive. So if that wasn't how he'd met him before, but he was in fact as gay as his giggling suggested, then he might be interested in getting to know him a bit better.