“Do you like going to the bars?”
“Not really,” Flynn answered. “I don’t mind going once in a while, but honestly, I don’t enjoy them. I prefer someplace quieter.”
“Like where?”
“A jazz bar.”
“Classy,” Gage teased, and Flynn chuckled.
“It’s a wonderful place. Plus, you don’t have to scream just to be heard when you’re trying to chat with your friends or partners.”
“Do you often go to that kind of place?”
“Once in a while. Why?”
“I’m curious.”
“We can go together tomorrow evening, if you like.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, man. We can have dinner there. I know many jazz bars around here. I’ll bring you to my favorite one. It’s quite close to my place. You can borrow some of my clothes in case you haven’t brought along anything appropriate for the jazz bar.”
“Awesome! Thanks.”
“But you can’t hook up there,” Flynn warned. “People there are far more discreet.”
Gage grinned. “I’ll keep it on the down low.”