Author: Mari
Theme challenge: Bad first impression
Things to include: “What do you mean I’m gay?”, Bud Light, getting pushed into a pool fully clothed
Rating: PG
Warnings: This is slight gay themed.
Author’s Notes: Even though English isn´t my first language, I did this entirely in English, I didn´t think in Portuguese and then translate. Because of that I´m not sure about the story.

Perhaps I should I have. Pardon any grammar mistakes.

One more generic tour, one more concert, faceless fans, one more random hotel. Everything different, yet everything feels the same.

The bar was different though, really different. Perhaps was the bass and sax, or the somewhat yellow smoky atmosphere.

I wonder if this is a cigar bar, thought to himself, but Jack is Jack anywhere.

The stool had a deep dark red colour and squish once he sat.

“A shot of JD please. Make it a double”

The burning on his throat remained the same. Always. The liquid felt in the black hole locate in his midsection. Perhaps it was for that his singing was criticized, there was nothing there, where supposedly his soul was located. Or perhaps it was just his diaphragm.

The clinc of a bottle against the counter next to him got his attention over the music humming.

“Hey” said brown eyes. After a certain pause of uncertainty, came the reply. “Me?!” came along with a pair of raised eye browns “Hi”.

“Can I join you?”

“Sure” the answer came along with a few glances around.

Passing to the following stool, brown eyes sat next to him on the counter of the empty smoky bar.

“A Bud for me, but not a light one” said pointing to the other man’s bottle.

“What’s wrong with Bud Light?”

“It’s not beer” said taking a sip “It’s something that just smells like beer”

“Whatever, man” and got both of his cheeks full of the drink. That drink that found its way outside of his mouth, once he felt a hand on his knee, a hand that didn’t belong to him.

“Hey, hey” said standing up and stepping back “not cool man. Not cool. Do you think I’m gay?”

The other man continues on the stool, and shrugged

“What do you mean I’m gay?!”

“You’re wearing pink. And you drink Bud Light.”

“I don’t want to get a belly beer. That’s all. And pink is the new black, haven’t you heard?!”

“Are you sure you’re not gay?!” and smile.

Standing before his smile the other man laugh “My sister picks my clothes for me.”

“C’mon. Sit down. I’m not going to hit on you, swear it”

“I’m good here. I like to stand”

“Alright, I guess. So…”

More raising browns from the standing man. “What’s your story?”

“Don’t have one” and was meet with silence and more raised eye browns. “Nothing interesting. What’s yours?”

“I don’t have a story. Born and raised here, and gonna die here. I’m just a guy. A guy who happens to be pushed in a pool fully clothed once, because a guy though I was gay!”

“I think that guy was the gay one trying to see you wet.”

“Are you sure you’re not gay?!”

“Not really” like it was an obvious thing.

“Too bad you’re not”

One more hotel room, a bed, a tv, a suitcase in the corner. An empty spot on the left side of the bed. Everything the same, yet different.