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The server slides her punch onto the table and slips away quickly. I wince when Elodie takes a long slug through her straw. She’s gonna be so fucked up, and I still don’t know where she’s going to wind up tonight.
“You bagged Hot Drew? Who’s straight?”
“Lots of people think I’m very fuckable,” I say defensively.
“But like capable of turning someone gay?”
“Neither one of us is prepared to say we’re gay, all right?”
“Oh, I’ve read about this—I think it’s called ‘Gay for You.’”
“What the fuck are you reading?”
“TikTok?” she says, like, Duh.
“Gay for you,” I repeat.
“Yeah, like you’re not gay, but you’ll do gay stuff for him.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you like him.”
“I don’t—I didn’t—” Fuck. “That can’t possibly be a real thing.”
“Okay. Fine.” She takes another long sip and scans the bar. “Who’s the hottest guy in here?”
“I don’t know!” I say without even looking.
She gestures to the other visible patrons. “Check ’em out.”
I pick up my beer and slump back in the seat. Elodie joins me and says, “There’s only one correct answer.”
There’s a man dressed in black in a three-piece suit with slicked back blond hair and a Henry Cavill jawline. “Clark Kent,” I say.
“You’re bi,” she says like she’s diagnosing me with diabetes.
“What would you have said if I picked Post Malone over there?”
“I would have said you were lying.”
“It’s obvious though. He’s obviously the best-looking man in here. It’s not a contest.”
“Would you fuck him?”
“I don’t know. What’s he like?”
“Wanna find out?”
I shrug. Gotta kill the time somehow until we hear from her dad. “Sure. Bring him over. Maybe he’ll want to piss on you later or something.”
“I wish.”
With that, she slides out of the booth and brings Clark Kent over to play How Gay is Olivier.
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