Interjecting Roger's order with the addition of getting a beer for him, Blake turned to face the main floor, watching the women.
The place was filled with hot ass everywhere. Never mind the girls, Blake found his eyes wandering to those sitting watching. The men with the jawlines and the furrowed brows, the bottles going to their lips. Holy shit. Something was up with him... the girls in bikinis and even completely topless did nothing for him. But around the men - hell yes. Odd. He didn't even feel attracted to Ric any more. What the fuck was up with him? Blake turned to face Roger at the bar only to be struck by how - well, fucking sexy he was in this light. And for once Blake didn't really feel nervous about it. When Roger turned to hand him his new, colder beer, Blake simply smirked at him.
"Bout time," he chided, watching him as he drank from the neck of the bottle. "Anyone strike your fancy?"