Instantly the Secret Service agent wrestled the bottle out of his hand and threw him to the bouncer who had come running. A second agent grabbed Sean and together they fled the night club.
* * *
The next day Layton summoned his son into his office in the Presidential living quarters.
Sick with a hangover, Sean sat on a leather chair across from his desk and waited for his father to get off the phone.
The smile left his face when he hung up.
“Sean, what in God’s name happened last night?”
“I went into a club and someone picked a fight with me.”
“Speak up, for Christ’s sakes, there’s no need to whisper.”
“Yes, sir,” he said. His head buzzed. He sipped his coffee hoping the caffeine would help. “Somebody picked a fight with me.”
“In a gay bar!”
“Yes.”
“What the hell’s the matter wi
