Middle of the Week Motivation

Accidents Happen, but Some Things Aren't Actually Accidents

Mark shivered as he stepped inside the bar, brushing his dyed red hair to side as he looked around. He didn't drink, if he did it'd kill him, but he wanted somewhere to get out of the cold Ireland air. He felt like everyone was staring at him, and everyone here were guys. He sat at the counter and immediately had at least three different people offer him a drink.

"No, I'm fine, thank you though." He said politely.

"Come on baby, not even one..." a guy to his left cooed in his ear. He flinched but again politely declined.

"No, I don't drink."

"Can't you break that for tonight?" Another man said, leaning on his right side. Mark scooted over uncomfortably. "One little drink couldn't hurt."

"I'm allergic to alcohol actually." The two men looked at him like he was crazy.

"Allergic to alcohol?"

"Is that even a thing?"

"Yeah," Mark reassured them. "If I drink even a tiny bit, I'll die."

"You're probably just making that up?" The one to right scoffed, standing to his feet and walking off to find someone else.

"That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard." The one on his left agreed. "Dumb American." Mark sighed, burying his head in his hands. This was not what he needed. The last thing he wanted was to be bombarded with insults.

"You ok there bud?" Another Irish accent asked. Mark lifted his head and saw a blue eyed man looking at him. His hair was dyed green and he held a rag in his hand cleaning the counter. He must be the bartender.

"I guess." Mark sighed, holding his head.

"Can I get ya anything?" The green haired man asked politely.

"Yeah, a Pepsi if you have one." The Irishman nodded.

"So what ya doing here?" He asked, setting the drink down on the counter.

"Trying to get out of the cold."

This caused the Irishman to chuckle. "You chose a heck of a place to do it."  Mark gave him a confused look. "This is a gay bar hon." The bartender informed him.

"No wonder I felt ten times more attractive than usual. I'm Mark, by the way."

"Jack." The blue eyed man replied.

"Not meaning to pry, but are you...?"

"Gay? Yeah. What about yourself?"

Mark nodded. "Straight as a rainbow."

Jack giggled. "Then who's your pot of gold at the end?"

"No one right now."

"Just wander around. There are plenty of people here who would die for a chance with a man like you."

"You're not too bad yourself." Mark complemented.

Jack grinned from ear to ear. "Say, I have a deal for you. Are you interested?"

Mark shrugged. "Shoot."

Mark could see a crazy glint in Jack's eyes as he leaned against the counter. "I let you hang out in the back room, if I get to take you on a date tomorrow night, at - let's say six."

Mark smiled and nodded eagerly. "That'd be great."

Jack waved Mark over and lead him to the backroom. After letting him in, Jack gave Mark a quick kiss, not only surprising Mark but making him flush beet red. "I'll give you a ride home when I'm done." Jack then moved to leave.