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Arnold and Kevin sat at the local Miami gay bar. Kevin had a beer and Arnold was on his third martini.
"I really think you should slow down," Kevin advised his best friend.
"I'm fine! It's not every day I get to order a martini. Thanks for dragging me to the gay bar tonight. I'm not gay, but I like it here more than the sports bar we used to go to."
"Yeah." Kevin scanned the room, looking for someone he could potentially flirt with and maybe hook up with.
"Hello, gentlemen." Someone put their hands on both men's shoulders. "How are you doing?" Kevin turned to see Connor. He couldn't help but smile at the redhead.
"I'm great, Connor. How are you?"
"I'm okay. Can I join you guys?"
"Of course!" Kevin had crushed on Connor since they met on their mission trip to Uganda. When the trip was over and the church disowned them, they all moved to Miami. It wasn't Orlando, but at least it was Florida. Kevin was closer to his goal that he was before.
"Where's Poptarts?" Arnold asked.
"He's at home," Connor explained. "He didn't want me to drag him to the gay bar again. How's the crowd tonight?"
"No, that good. It's pretty tame for a Friday night. But let me buy you a drink, Connor. Since you got that job, we never see you anymore." Kevin pointed out.
"Thanks. I'll have a cosmo. My job pays nicely and I enjoy it. It's a dream come true. How's med school going?"
"It's something." Kevin laughed. "Not like I expected, but I'm getting through."
"You're not having second thoughts about it, are you?" Connor asked. "I look forward to seeing Dr. Kevin Price. You sound like someone in General Hospital." Connor teased.
"Hey, Kevin!" Arnold had ordered two more martinis without anyone noticing. "I found someone you can hook up with! He's totally your type."
"Really? Who?" Kevin asked looking around the bar.
"He's a redhead," Arnold replied. "That's his type." He whispered to Connor, who smiled, shaking his head.
"Oh, really? I didn't know you had a thing for redheads." Connor laughed.
"Well, I-" Kevin had no idea how to save himself this time.
"I know more than a few redheads," Connor teased, drinking his cosmo.
"You know what, Arnold? I think you've had enough for tonight." Kevin took Arnold's martini and downed what was left in it.
"Connor, you're a good-looking guy. And Kevin is a good looking guy. Why don't you guys date or something?" Arnold asked. Kevin turned red with embarrassment. Connor laughed.
"Arnold, you're drunk. Shut up!"
"He may be onto something," Connor replied.
"What?" Kevin looked at Connor. "He's just drunk babbling."
"No, I'm not!" Arnold sounded like a toddler. "Connor, Kevin thinks your cute!" He announced. Kevin hid his face in his hands.
"Oh, Lord, please let this be a terrible dream and make him stop," Kevin mumbled to himself, beyond embarrassment.
"You two are only single because you don't see what's right in front of your noses!" Arnold, drunkenly, booped Connor's nose, getting a chuckle in response. "Look! Connor works with kids and Kevin wants to be a pediatrician! You guys are perfect together."
"Arnold, shut up. Arnold, please shut jump." Kevin wanted the night to end already.
"I am flattered that you think I'm cute, Kevin. And if I'm honest, you should know I have liked you since we first met in Uganda." Connor explained.
"What? Re- really?" Kevin asked.
"In Uganda, I was still trying to not be gay and after that, I just didn't want to make our friendship weird. And during the whole trip, you seemed as straight as an arrow." Connor laughed.
"See! If I never said anything you would still be making googly eyes at each other. Now you know each other's feelings. My work here is done! I deserve another drink." Arnold started ordering another drink.
"No, you don't! I'm cutting you off. He'll just have a water." Kevin told the bartender who nodded.
"You're no fun!" Arnold moped like a child.
"You know he's right, Arnold. You'll regret this in the morning like you always do." Connor pat Arnold's back. "Just drink the water and relax."
"Fine. I'm just going to lay my head don for a little while."
"Do you want to go home?" Kevin asked.
"No, I'm fine." Arnold lied his head down on the bar, making the other two men laugh.
"Guess this is my cue to get him home." Kevin pulled out his wallet.
"We can go back to your place and watch a movie," Connor suggested. Kevin looked at him.
"O- okay. We can do that."
"Great. I'll call an Uber." Connor smiled.
Arnold and Kevin sat at the local Miami gay bar. Kevin had a beer and Arnold was on his third martini.
"I really think you should slow down," Kevin advised his best friend.
"I'm fine! It's not every day I get to order a martini. Thanks for dragging me to the gay bar tonight. I'm not gay, but I like it here more than the sports bar we used to go to."
"Yeah." Kevin scanned the room, looking for someone he could potentially flirt with and maybe hook up with.
"Hello, gentlemen." Someone put their hands on both men's shoulders. "How are you doing?" Kevin turned to see Connor. He couldn't help but smile at the redhead.
"I'm great, Connor. How are you?"
"I'm okay. Can I join you guys?"
"Of course!" Kevin had crushed on Connor since they met on their mission trip to Uganda. When the trip was over and the church disowned them, they all moved to Miami. It wasn't Orlando, but at least it was Florida. Kevin was closer to his goal that he was before.
"Where's Poptarts?" Arnold asked.
"He's at home," Connor explained. "He didn't want me to drag him to the gay bar again. How's the crowd tonight?"
"No, that good. It's pretty tame for a Friday night. But let me buy you a drink, Connor. Since you got that job, we never see you anymore." Kevin pointed out.
"Thanks. I'll have a cosmo. My job pays nicely and I enjoy it. It's a dream come true. How's med school going?"
"It's something." Kevin laughed. "Not like I expected, but I'm getting through."
"You're not having second thoughts about it, are you?" Connor asked. "I look forward to seeing Dr. Kevin Price. You sound like someone in General Hospital." Connor teased.
"Hey, Kevin!" Arnold had ordered two more martinis without anyone noticing. "I found someone you can hook up with! He's totally your type."
"Really? Who?" Kevin asked looking around the bar.
"He's a redhead," Arnold replied. "That's his type." He whispered to Connor, who smiled, shaking his head.
"Oh, really? I didn't know you had a thing for redheads." Connor laughed.
"Well, I-" Kevin had no idea how to save himself this time.
"I know more than a few redheads," Connor teased, drinking his cosmo.
"You know what, Arnold? I think you've had enough for tonight." Kevin took Arnold's martini and downed what was left in it.
"Connor, you're a good-looking guy. And Kevin is a good looking guy. Why don't you guys date or something?" Arnold asked. Kevin turned red with embarrassment. Connor laughed.
"Arnold, you're drunk. Shut up!"
"He may be onto something," Connor replied.
"What?" Kevin looked at Connor. "He's just drunk babbling."
"No, I'm not!" Arnold sounded like a toddler. "Connor, Kevin thinks your cute!" He announced. Kevin hid his face in his hands.
"Oh, Lord, please let this be a terrible dream and make him stop," Kevin mumbled to himself, beyond embarrassment.
"You two are only single because you don't see what's right in front of your noses!" Arnold, drunkenly, booped Connor's nose, getting a chuckle in response. "Look! Connor works with kids and Kevin wants to be a pediatrician! You guys are perfect together."
"Arnold, shut up. Arnold, please shut jump." Kevin wanted the night to end already.
"I am flattered that you think I'm cute, Kevin. And if I'm honest, you should know I have liked you since we first met in Uganda." Connor explained.
"What? Re- really?" Kevin asked.
"In Uganda, I was still trying to not be gay and after that, I just didn't want to make our friendship weird. And during the whole trip, you seemed as straight as an arrow." Connor laughed.
"See! If I never said anything you would still be making googly eyes at each other. Now you know each other's feelings. My work here is done! I deserve another drink." Arnold started ordering another drink.
"No, you don't! I'm cutting you off. He'll just have a water." Kevin told the bartender who nodded.
"You're no fun!" Arnold moped like a child.
"You know he's right, Arnold. You'll regret this in the morning like you always do." Connor pat Arnold's back. "Just drink the water and relax."
"Fine. I'm just going to lay my head don for a little while."
"Do you want to go home?" Kevin asked.
"No, I'm fine." Arnold lied his head down on the bar, making the other two men laugh.
"Guess this is my cue to get him home." Kevin pulled out his wallet.
"We can go back to your place and watch a movie," Connor suggested. Kevin looked at him.
"O- okay. We can do that."
"Great. I'll call an Uber." Connor smiled.
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