Nah hey, mate if you want to shag someone here, then you shag the shit out of them. Just don't do it on my bed. I'll stay with Amy, she's coming tonight.
[ Later that night, after too long a wait in the queue, Matt, Nate, and a few more of Matt's friends have made it into the club. It's loud and raucous, but the drinks are two for one, so Matt appears in front of Nate with a bottle in hand offered out towards him. ]
[He takes the bottle and gives a small smile, only slightly uncomfortable. He doesn't know many of the people they came with and this place is really loud. But he's trying to focus on having fun.]
And I'm as gay as they come. It's not fucking different. Sometimes people on both sides get curious, but people like you? Like me? We just fucking know. Just pointing out that it's sort of stupid for you to assume. Unless you're trying to say I might have tried to be "'normal"
Jesus Christ man I wasn't assuming I was asking. I don't need another one of your lectures. [ But he probably does, and even if he acts sort of dismissive, he takes it on board, just as he does any time that Nate calls him on his shit. He appreciates his frankness. ]
So it's all dick all the time. Got it. You might want to tell your new friend that.
[ He claps him on the back, grabbing him by the arm to lead him over towards where the other guys they came with are, in time for Mr Brightside to start up. There is actually a law that you have to join in with Mr Brightside. You can't not enjoy yourself. Even if you're Nathan Jones. ]
[ And Matt isn't far away, like his weird little protector, swooping in. ]
You're barking up the wrong tree, love. Nice a tree as it is. He's not interested. Why don't you let the man enjoy himself eh?
[ She doesn't seem impressed to be cut off in her attempts. Whether she gets that he's gay or not. She doesn't seem dissuaded. For now at least, she rolls her eyes and walks off. But no doubt she'll be back. Matt turns to Nate, putting a hand to his shoulder as he leans in to try and be heard. ]
I'd work my charms but she's got her sights set on you.
[He hates this stuff. It doesn't happen to him often but it's always weird.]
Yeah. Think I'll get another drink. In the meantime, you should go chat him up for me. [He points out a guy who definitely isn't hitting any stereotypes that Matt likely attributes to the gay community. But he's surrounded by girls and not getting flirty with any of them so...]
[ Matt looks at the guy and wonders if maybe Nate means someone else?? But no, it's him. He laughs though, shaking his head. ]
You want to chat someone up you gotta do it yourself. We don't want him thinking I want to shag him. I'm just here for moral support. You get your gay on. Once you've got that round in, that is.
[ Well yes he's definitely done that, but the point is none of that is gay. Matt isn't gay. He doesn't do gay. Damn. Sigh. Fine. ]
Okay okay, I'll go talk to the guy. But make mine a double.
[ And he'll do it. He really will. Nate deserves a bit of fun after all. So he goes over to the guy. Nate's right, isn't he? Just do what you'd do if you were helping any mate out. To his credit, he actually tries. ]
[The guy seems receptive to what Matt is saying, glancing over at Nate and smiling a bit. Yeah, he's interested. He writes his number down on a napkin and hands it over to Matt.
Success!
Nate comes back with drinks but hangs back at their table, trying not to look over where Matt is too much. So smooth.]
[So messy. Nate doesn't get quite as drunk as he was after Jeffrey dumped him, but...close. There's a lot more dancing involved. And that girl keeps coming around. Kelly. Nathan minds less when he's drunk at least.]
[ Matt gets absolutely hammered. The sort of drunk where seeing straight is an artform. As well as standing. He's enjoying himself though, between bouts of telling Kelly to bugger off. He laughs, clapping his hand to Nate's arm. ]
Nah you're a good guy man, I love ya. I do. I mean it. You're my best fucking mate, you know that, Nate? You don't mind me callin you Nate do ya?
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[ Later that night, after too long a wait in the queue, Matt, Nate, and a few more of Matt's friends have made it into the club. It's loud and raucous, but the drinks are two for one, so Matt appears in front of Nate with a bottle in hand offered out towards him. ]
Here. Unwind, let yourself go a bit.
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You should try to get a job here.
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[ Because it's so loud he's having to stand close, speak almost in his ear, leaning over him. He looks up, spotting a girl smiling and smirks a bit. ]
Think you've got an admirer.
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In case you forgot, that's not exactly what I'm looking for.
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[ He nudges him a bit, teasing. ]
You ever given it a go though? Women? You ever tried it out?
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How many blokes did you have to shag before you knew you were straight?
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I'm as straight as they come. Doesn't mean you might not have had a crack at it.
[ He drinks his beer. Straight men drink beer. :|:|:| ]
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[Calling Matt on his shit since always.]
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So it's all dick all the time. Got it. You might want to tell your new friend that.
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Yeah, that won't be awkward or anything.
This was a bad idea.
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[ He claps him on the back, grabbing him by the arm to lead him over towards where the other guys they came with are, in time for Mr Brightside to start up. There is actually a law that you have to join in with Mr Brightside. You can't not enjoy yourself. Even if you're Nathan Jones. ]
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Except it draws the attention of that girl again so now she's all up in his business.]
Sorry- no. I mean, I'm sure you're a sweet girl, but.
[Matt help]
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You're barking up the wrong tree, love. Nice a tree as it is. He's not interested. Why don't you let the man enjoy himself eh?
[ She doesn't seem impressed to be cut off in her attempts. Whether she gets that he's gay or not. She doesn't seem dissuaded. For now at least, she rolls her eyes and walks off. But no doubt she'll be back. Matt turns to Nate, putting a hand to his shoulder as he leans in to try and be heard. ]
I'd work my charms but she's got her sights set on you.
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Yeah. Think I'll get another drink. In the meantime, you should go chat him up for me. [He points out a guy who definitely isn't hitting any stereotypes that Matt likely attributes to the gay community. But he's surrounded by girls and not getting flirty with any of them so...]
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You want to chat someone up you gotta do it yourself. We don't want him thinking I want to shag him. I'm just here for moral support. You get your gay on. Once you've got that round in, that is.
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[Matt you're the worst.]
Eh, forget it. He probably wouldn't be interested anyway.
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Okay okay, I'll go talk to the guy. But make mine a double.
[ And he'll do it. He really will. Nate deserves a bit of fun after all. So he goes over to the guy. Nate's right, isn't he? Just do what you'd do if you were helping any mate out. To his credit, he actually tries. ]
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Success!
Nate comes back with drinks but hangs back at their table, trying not to look over where Matt is too much. So smooth.]
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[ And that's weird. He's never done something like that before. Even weirder when the guy thought he was the one hitting on him at first. ]
But don't you go abandoning me to suck dick. We are getting smashed first.
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Yeah, I'm here with you guys. I'll text him once we leave or something.
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[ This is going to get messy ]
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Nah you're a good guy man, I love ya. I do. I mean it. You're my best fucking mate, you know that, Nate? You don't mind me callin you Nate do ya?
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