((Hey, so, I lost an entire paper on psychology yesterday and had to re-write it from scratch which took a lot of time and kind of put me in a bad mood, so the update is a little late. But hey, here it is...))

There were guys and girls there.

Scott didn't know what he was expecting, that there wouldn't be any lesbians here? They're gay, too, after all.

Somehow, though, it just made it feel better. Feel more... normal. He wasn't sure how he would have stopped himself from panicking if it was just a room of gay guys.

That being said, he still clung to the wall like a lifeline, easing his way through the room. If he got hit on right now, he was going to freak out.

Mike, Jeremy and Fritz walked alongside him, Mike looking confident as ever, Jeremy looking nervous as ever, and Fritz looking as nonchalant as ever.

Scott let himself scan the room slowly, his eyes flicking from face to face. Most of these guys just looked like normal people. Normal, everyday people. He took a deep breath. Relax, Scott.

"Well hello, cutie~"

Scott's head snapped up, and he looked around for the person who had spoken, but he couldn't see him.

"We're straight," Now three voices chimes in together.

Scott looked over to Mike, Jeremy and Fritz and saw that they had company. A man was standing in front of them. He had toned skin and black hair that was a little long. His emerald green eyes were scanning over Mike, a playful frown danced across his features, "A simple 'no thanks' would have sufficed."

Frick, was he hot.

He had an accent, but Scott couldn't for the life of him pick what it was. Irish? Italian? French? Spanish? Whatever it was, it made him even hotter.

Mike grinned easily back, "Sorry, we're actually straight," He narrowed his eyes, "Though for you, I'd reconsider~"

Agh, if only Scott could handle guys like Mike could.

The man laughed lightly, "Maybe some other time. What're you fellas doing in a place like this? Think you got the wrong club."

"No, no," Mike said. "We're helping a friend. He accidentally came out to a lot of people, so we thought we'd show him he's not the only one," He turned towards Scott, "C'mon, Scott, get your butt out here."

Scott felt his throat run dry. What was Mike thinking?! He was safe from here. He could stare from here. He couldn't be awkward and ruin his first impression from here. But, now that Mike had called him, he pulled his shaky legs together and walked over, "Uh... hi... I-I'm Scott. I mean, he already kinda told you my name, but- I thought I should introduce myself. So. I'm Scott. B-But you already knew that." Scott grinned shyly. Nice going, dork!

The man's emerald eyes sparkled as he gave him a quick once over, "Well aren't you just adorable!"

Scott felt himself blush slightly, and was glad for the dim lighting in the bar, "U-Uh, y-you too. I-I mean- yeah."

The guy chuckled lightly again, then held out a hand, "I'm Oliver. You can call me Ollie."

"Well, uh, you already know my name. Twice, now," Scott took his hand, feeling butterflies in his stomach, "Nice to meet you, Ollie."

Ollie didn't let go of his hand, only shifted his palm so that their fingers intertwined and looked up at Mike, "Do you mind if I steal your little friend for the night?"

"Yeah, sure," Mike said, "Do him some good. Though, I should warn you, he's probably too shy to say it, but he's not looking for a temporary relationship at the moment."

Ollie laughed again and squeezed Scott's hand, "Wouldn't dream of it. Not on the first date~"

Mike grinned, "Looks like we've hooked you up with a bit of a player, Scott."

Ollie gave a perfectly executed wink, and then swept Scott out across the other side of the room, towards the bar, "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Uhm," Scott swallowed past the lump in his throat and nodded slightly, "Um, sure."

"What do you feel like?" Oliver asked, "Cocktail?"

"I- uh... I don't know if I should be drinking," Scott said. "I... I'm not the most responsible person when I'm drunk."

Ollie laughed, "A'int that the truth. I'll go get you something. Low alcohol, I promise, mi querido~"

And then Scott was alone in the middle of the room. 'Mi querido'? What language was that? He took the moments alone to take a few deep breaths and regain himself. His first five minutes, and a hot guy was already buying him a drink. That was a good thing, right?

Oliver came back into sight, holding out a drink to him, "So, Scott. Your amigo says you came out to a lot of people accidentally. How exactly does that happen? Were you watching yaoi on your phone and the headphones fell out?"

Scott blushed darker, "Ah, no. No, no. Nothing like that..." He took the drink from Ollie, "I... It's a long story. There was this guy... a guy I'd... kind of fallen in love with.  And he was gay too, and everything. It was perfect. We went out together and stuff... a-and then we had a fight at work and... he kind of shouted it out to everyone."

Oliver whistled, shaking his head, "That is one uncool dude."

"Yeah, I know, right?" Scott sighed. "So Mike - he's that guy over there - got it into his mind that it'd do me good to be here."

"Mm, lucky me~" Oliver whispered.

Scott blushed a little more, "Yeah, guess it's... not that bad."

Oliver laughed again, and steered Scott over to one of the sitting areas, which had a few couches and things. He sat down and leaned back, "So, Scott, tell me more about yourself. You interest me."

So Scott sat down next to him, and he talked. He talked about his job, about he and Vincent, everything. And Oliver just listened. He didn't interrupt, didn't change the subject back onto him, just listened. Some part of Scott knew it was selfish of him to only talk about himself, but the drink was getting to him slightly, and he didn't think about it. They kept drinking together. People went around with drinks on trays, and Oliver kept buying them for him, and Scott stopped protesting.

After what had to be an hour or so, a voice came on over P/A, saying that those who were interested could make their way to the dancefloor for a multi-partner dance.

Oliver stood up, putting down his drink and holding a hand out to Scott. "May I?"

Scott took his hand and stood up slowly, his legs a little funny from the drink.

Oliver smiled and took Scott over to the dancefloor, sliding an arm around his waist, which made him shiver involuntarily, and pulling him close into his body.

Scott stood awkwardly for a moment, feeling a little weird that Oliver was so fine with so much contact so early on, with a stranger. But over time, he relaxed slightly into his arms, and they danced slowly around the room.

"Scott, I think I kind of like you," Oliver said finally, "A lot."

"I lllike you too," Scott said, his words only slightly slurred.

"Prepare to change partners," The voice over the P/A said.

Oliver stopped dancing for a moment, reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen. Grabbing Scott's arm, he jotted something down - his number - followed by a heart. Then he took Scott in his arms again and continued to dance with him. "We should meet up sometime," he said.

"Yeeah," Scott replied. "We should."

Oliver looked at him for a moment, smiling. Then he moved a little closer.

Oliver's soft lips pressed on Scott's own, and he kissed him gently.

"Change partners!"

Oliver pulled away slowly and whispered, "Something to remember my by, mi amor~"

And then Oliver's arms were gone, and somebody else had taken a hold of him and was dancing him around.

Scott spent the whole time craning his neck, looking out for Oliver, his lips tingling fiercely - which may have been enhanced due to the amount of alcohol he'd consumed - but there was no sign of the latino man.

Mike was right, Oliver certainly knew how to play the game.

Somebody else's arms were around him now, his last partner had been rather disgruntled by Scott's distracted attitude. This one, however, seemed just as distracted. She was a girl, and it seemed she was trying to dance her way across another pretty-looking girl on the other side of the floor. Somebody went around with drinks and Scott took one, separating from his partner, who gave him a relieved look and started off towards the other girl.

Scott finished the drink and put the glass back on one of the trays that was going around. That one was strong, sheesh.

Somebody else scooped him up and danced him around, while Scott fought to stay sober. He didn't really see who was dancing with him. They swapped some conversation, names and such.

"Change partners!" the call came again, and Scott felt somebody else take him by the arms begin to dance him around.

Scott looked up at his partner, "Helloo."

"Hello," Vincent said, looking down at him, "Fancy seeing a handsome man like you in a place like this."