Across the Pond

Cion chuckled and headed the few blocks to the subway. He made his way out to the club which one of Sharon’s friends had said was a good place to start. The club was in Queens as Cion hadn’t wanted to stray too far away from the area he was familiar with and as he walked up the street he saw a good many man, in groups or alone, heading toward the same place he was. He walked into the club and was hit by a wave of music and heat.

‘Definitely a gay bar.’ Cion thought sardonically as he made his way to the bar.

He ordered a drink from the cute little bartender who stayed and chatted with him for a while, before finally agreeing to go and dance with one of the many offers he received. One dance led to another, one partner led to another and it was some time before Cion found himself back at the bar able to order another drink.

“You’re popular tonight.” The cute bartender said with a smile.

“It must be the accent.” Cion answered, thinking of what Sharon said.

“I don’t think it’s the accent. Not that it hurts. If I were single I’d hit on you hard core.”