The closer they get to the bar, the closer Delta sneaks toward York. The last time he was somewhere they served alcohol was a club. Not Errera, of course. But a club Omega had taken him to for his twenty-first because he wanted to experience it. Getting felt up by that drunk guy had not... been pleasant. At least his boyfriend should protect him, right?
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Date: 2015-09-11 12:04 am (UTC)"You think they really will serve me juice?"