Capítulo 3: Chapter 3

The song on the jukebox ended and Barry could hear raised voices. He soon saw it was Blue and Red.

“You asshole! You said I could if I won this game. And I won!” Blue insisted, pointing at the table and the absence of solid colors.

“I said no such thing, dilweed. It’s my turn, and you’re not getting’ out of it, no way, no how.” Red stood, arms crossed, the sexiest smirk on his full lips.

The insults continued, the men seemingly unaware they were drawing attention to themselves.

One of the patrons stood and shouted, “For fucks sake, would you two fags quit bitchin’ and get a fuckin’ room or something and let us normal folks enjoy our evening.”

Barry’s mouth fell open. Red and Blue were really gay? Okay, his gaydar was usually spot on, but he’d put the latest pings on his screen down to wishful thinking more than anything else.