Boring Old Couple

Ilya wanted to go home.

Instead he asked the bartender for another horrible vodka. Ilya sipped it more slowly. His stomach was still digesting dinner, but even so he knew this should really be his last drink. He was starting to feel the effects.

Not wanting to sit still anymore, Ilya moved away from the bar. Walking around the room without a real destination in mind and soon found himself face to face with red hair, curves and freckles.

"I saw you watching me," the redhead said.

This was the problem with gay bars: too many straight women. The guys hit on him. The woman hit on him. It was a burden being his hot in a place like this. Everyone wanted him. Such a chore. Ilya just wanted his couch.