"You don't say. Why would a lone straight boy hang out here? Man. He pinged my gaydar too, I just figured he didn't even know himself. Hartley leaned his head against Axel's shoulder as he watched that train-wreck. "No, he didn't call me a fag. He was just standing there, laughing his ass off. Which is apparently better, given he told me to get off his back, since he didn't call me a fag. Then he almost punched me when he thought I implied he might be less that straight. Self-hating homophobes. Sad cowards, what am I expecting?"

Hartley rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall. "Great. He's standing there and I really need a drink."