He asked if we can go to the bar. I have only seen him drink redbull so why does he want the bar? "Ok!" I said innocently. He smiled and got in my car. We just arrived at the bar 8 minutes later and walked in. Hoover was in a spot with diesel and they were chatting up a storm. A coincidence occurred where it was us 4 and the bartender. I walked to the counter and asked for a normal beer. The bartender looked at me and said "Excuse me, but you have to be 21 and older to drink." I sat there and looked at the person like they were a dumbass. Brandon stepped up and said "He is 21. Just a little short."
I swear I almost hit him...
I got my drink and Brandon ordered a beer also. We sat down and I sipped my drink, not being a huge fan of alcohol, gagged a little. Hoover laughed at me and said "OOHHH, KWITE IS A LITTLE BITCH!" diesel laughed too. Brandon walked over to Hoover and punched him. I got up and ran to Brandon and panicked "B-brandon calm down. It's ok." Brandon looked at me but he knew it was ok. He sighed as we walked back to the table. He finished his beer. I looked at my barely touched beer and slid it to him. He flushed red. I nodded so he knows he can have it. He drank it and yawned. "We better get you home before the hangover kicks in." I said sympathetically. He nodded and blushed. I helped my large friend to our car and got in. I drove us home and helped him inside. I laid him on the couch and told him to rest. He listened obediently and mumbled: damn, I'm gay... I blushed soooooo hard.
"Shut up Brandon!" I yelled. "Make me twink!" He yelled back.
OH HELL NO!
