Depressed and feeling destroyed, I sat alone on a stool at the bar. My girl friend for the past 3 years had just dumped me. Well if you care for the technicalities, I had been the one to say it was over, but she was the one that had gone out of her way to make sure that I walked in on her and her lover.

She didn't look surprised as she told him to keep hammering her and her gaze rested mockingly at me. Honestly, I was surprised by the calmness of my own voice as I had told her, in simple terms and quiet tones, "I guess you already know this, but it's over. I'll be grabbing my stuff and leaving."

And I had done just that, grabbing my clothing out of the dresser and closet in the next room and shoving them in a backpack I had for when my college classes started. Smarter than the average bear, I went through and grabbed what was mine by purchase and left her crap alone. Once I had my stuff out in the car, I had unhooked Lonesome, my rottweiler puppy, from his dog house and let him in the passenger seat. The house looked as though I had never been there and I couldn't have been more pleased about that, though I wasn't actually happy.

My emotions seemed to have something blocking them, like this wall of numbness and all I felt was this eerie calm that let me think clearly and react easily. I had driven to my sister's house and dropped off Lonesome and my crap and then gone back out to the only place I knew that there was a 0% chance of running into my now ex girl friend: a gay bar.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't here just to avoid her and drink away my sorrow, I was bisexual and in the back of my mind, I had decided that a male relationship was just what I needed to get the bitter taste of skank out of my mind. Before I had gone in, I had broken down in my car, screaming and crying and once that had quieted, I had slipped from my car and crept to the bathroom unnoticed. Splashing my face with cool water and straightening my hair a little had down loads to make me feel better and I had gone out and then here I was.

"Another drink sir?" the bartender asked with a pleasant smile. He was a handsome guy with black hair and green eyes, an athetic build, but too tall for my taste. I didn't like guys that were much taller than my 5'5" self, because I was so aware of vertical challenged issues, that I couldn't be comfortable around them as anything more than friends.

Looking at the rows of glasses in front of me, I asked, in a slightly slurred voice, "How many have I had?"

"Only about ten shots, with chasers," he replied.

"I'm good then. I'm gonna dance, but I'll talk to you later," I said as I made up my mind. I stood up and started to dance to the beat, knowing the song well since it was on my MP3 player. You know that stereotypical saying, only gay guys can dance, well it's a lie. Bi guys can shake what nature gave them pretty good too.



It was the last part of the song and I was totally lost in the music, when I felt a hand on my shoulder and a voice asked, "Mind if I cut in?"

"If you think you can handle me," I replied, knowing it was a cheesy line, I turned around and started dancing with the handsome guy and handsome he was, enough to make me want to lean back and appreciate him from all angles and maybe a couple different lighting.

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OOC:// You can either be the guy that I'm dancing with or some other guy, it doesn't matter. Okay, before joining, you should know that the characters will switch positions, so I don't want a total Uke or a total Seme. I want someone that can type for either. Also, there will be a lot of sex at first and then it's what follows after, whether they fall in love or just fall apart.