After a rejuvenating shower, Reggie spent twenty minutes in front of the closet, trying to decide what to wear for his attack.
Choosing pants was easy: a pair of light jeans, torn at the knee. For the shirt, it was a bit harder. He had thought about wearing his favorite T-shirt, a white crew neck, but the decal with the sequins on the front screamed gay, so he decided on something else.
He chose a sober T-shirt with a light beige hoodie. For a moment, he checked himself out in the mirror before grabbing his magnetic key. He looked nice, modern…and not excessively gay. Before leaving the room, he left his rainbow pin on the nightstand. He wouldn’t miss it.
The resort hall was crowded, not only with players but also a lot of strangers. He approached the reception and waited for the young
