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Mason knew his eyes went wide.“Uh...no thanks, but uh...thanks for the offer.”
Mitch threw his head back and laughed.“Of the three of us, there’s only one that he’d be interested in and it ain’t either of you two,” he said, still chuckling.
The brunette who was clinging to Mitch’s arm with both of hers said, “You’re a fag?”
Mason’s smiled died a slow death, replaced by a sneer.“Yeah.I suck cock.Prob’ly better than you.”
“You probably have AIDS, too,” she all but snarled, her nose wrinkled up.
Mitch pushed her arms away.“I think I’ve just had second thoughts.I like blondes better, anyway.”
The blonde woman stepped away from Mitch.“Maybe tonight isn’t such a good idea.”
“What’sa matter?”Mitch asked, reaching out for her.
“Um...I...just think I may have had a little too much to drink.Another time.”She turned suddenly and made her way towards the restrooms.
“And I don’t do fagsortheir friends,” the brunette said haughtily, following her friend.
Mason and Mitch watched them both until they disappeared into the crowd.
“Oh man, I’m so sorry.You had a good thing lined up and I just blew it for you.”Mason hung his head.“I’ll just let you do your thing and I’ll head on back to the apartment.”
“Mason, don’t let those bitches get to you.”Mitch downed what little was left of his beer.“Let’s go back to your place and get a good night’s sleep and hit it first thing in the morning.I’m...not much in the mood anyway.”
They were both silent on the short drive.Once they were in the basement apartment, Mitch grabbed them both another beer from the refrigerator.“I’m sorry, Mason.”
“What you got to be sorry about?”Mason snorted as he took the cold beer.“It wasn’t your fault.”
“They were just ignorant bitches, man.”Mitch collapsed on the small sofa next to Mason.“They don’t know any better.”
“I’m just sorry I messed it for you is all.”Mason began peeling the label off the beer bottle.He glanced up towards his friend.“Looked like you were about to have a really good time.”
“There’ll be other good times.”Mitch took a sip of his beer.He held his beer up.“To good times!”
Mason clinked his beer bottle against Mitch’s.“Good times.”
