“Uh… Um… Sorry, I-I thought you were someone else. Uh… bye!”
From Create Your Own Story
You immediately turn around and bolt towards the bar, keeping your back to Mr. Branson.
Your mind whirls. What is he doing here? Is he gay? Did he realize it was you? Will he tell your parents??
The muscular bartender smirks at you.
"What's up, cutie? Looks like you've seen a ghost. Blackout night a little too much for ya?"
"Um... Can you tell me if the big guy playing darts is still over there?"
"Ha ha -- he booked about the time you ran over here. He's long gone, babe. You exes or something?"
"Um... he's actually my dad's best friend. He doesn't know I'm gay... And, um, I don't know if he's gay..."
The bartender laughs out loud.
"That big dude? He never misses a blackout night. Can't tell you how often I've seen him fucking some hot little thing upstairs. He especially loves cute young boys like you. You should have went for it. He's hung like a donkey."
Your asshole tingles -- you've had a crush on Mr. Branson for years. Maybe you shouldn't have freaked out so much. Oh well, maybe you can try to fuck around with him next time you see him. Until then, might as well turn your attention elsewhere.
You...
