Axel would have helped but a guy wrapped his arms around him from the back and called him cute so frankly, Hartley was dead to him right now and all that mattered was the handsome guy he was grinding against. Unfortunately, Hartley was alone on this one. Cisco stumbled along and then broke away from Hartley, swaying on his feet and holding up his hands to signal that no, touching was not a thing they should do right now. Or, God, ever. What the fuck was even happening?

"I-I can go home. It's cool. It's all cool." Hartley was literally going to tell everyone now. Then they'd be call him fag. Great. He guessed he deserved this. "I'm going, boss. Sir. Bye." Cisco made a move for the door, colliding into a random guy who then proceeded to steady him and then begin hitting on him. Jesus, people were such vultures. Why did this never happen to him in clubs full of girls?