“Not for long he doesn’t,” Otter says, flexing his arms against his chest. My mouth goes instantly dry.
 
 “Annnnd that’s my cue to leave,” Isaiah says, slowly taking a step backward. “Bear, it’s been… how I normally expect conversations with you to be like. It’s good to know nothing changes. I wish you two the happiest of weird married-dad sex. I’m leaving.”
 
 “Bye,” I say. “Have a nice life or whatever.”
 
 “So that’s a no, then, to the three-way—”
 
 “Leave,” Otter barks.
 
 Isaiah Serna exits the premises rather quickly.
 
 And that’s when I realize the bar is absolutely silent. I look around. People are staring at us.
 
 “That wasn’t what you thought it was,” I say loudly so everyone can hear. “I’m not having an affair, and we’re not weird. We’re role-playing.”
 
 That doesn’t seem to make things better.
 
 “Oh, that’s right. Just watch the dinner theater. I mean, that’s what the gays are good for, right? We’re only here for your entertainment. Well, let me tell you something. You can suck my mmph.”
 
 There’s a hand over my mouth.
 
 I look up at Otter.
 
 He sighs.
 
 I smile behind his hand.
 
 His lips quirk. “Isaiah? Really?”
 
 I shrug.
 
 “You didn’t have to take off your wedding ring,” he says, dropping his hand.
 
 “It’s part of the experience,” I remind him. “Speaking of, why are you being familiar with me? You’re not doing it right!”
 
 “Aren’t we a little past—”
 
 “Otter!”
 
 He rolls his eyes. “Fine. Ahem. Hello. Is this seat taken?”
 
 I bat my eyelashes at him.
 
 He chokes on a laugh. “Or maybe not. I think I’ll go sit elsewhere. You look like you have something in your eye.”
 
 I punch him in the arm. “Sit down.”
 
 He does, asking the bartender for a beer. “So,” he says, sounding amused. “What brings you out to a place like this?”
 
 “I’m a lounge singer,” I tell him. “This is where I lounge. And sing.”
 
 He groans. “Seriously? I told you that—”
 
 “This is fantasy. That means I get to be whoever I want.”
 
 “Fine,” he says. “Then I get to do the same.”
 
 “Fine.” Because the internet said I had to respect my partner’s wishes too. Which was stupid because this whole thing was my idea.