He pushed himself to sit up when the man who brought him sat down next to him and started rubbing his way up Bryan's inner thigh from his knee. "How the fuck should I know?" he shouted again, blinking as he looked around the bar. "I'm in a fag, ass-fuck, queer, homo, cock suck bar!" he shouted at a volume that likely meant he was going to get his ass kicked later that night by a bunch of men dressed like the village people, which only made him laugh much louder than he had been shouting. "What?" the man who had brought him was talking to him when his hand reached his crotch. "Out back? What's out back except for dumpsters? You wouldn't have to dumpster dive if you didn't buy so many fruity mixed drinks and just bought beer."
He paused a minute or so before returning to the phone conversation. "You've gotta come get me. This guy is trying to rub my dick and I ain't like that. You know I'm straight!" there might have been laughter from the man beside him but Bryan ignored him. "I need to get back home, brother is gonna freak if I'm not there. I don't want him to know I got dragged into a gay bar and felt up!"