Garrett was about to ask what else was available when they were interrupted.
“There are no more seats, do you mind if we sit with you?” a dark-haired guy asked. His sideburn accented his olive skin and square jaw.
“No, go ahead,” Eron said.
“Thanks, I’m Todd, this is James.”
“Eron and Garrett.”
Maybe four or five years younger than them, Todd and James settled onto the bar stools across the table. Todd spread his legs and James wiggled in between Todd’s thighs.
“You guys having a good weekend?” James asked once he was settled. Todd wrapped his arms around James’ stomach and wrested his chin on James’ left shoulder. James’ strawberry blond hair looked a few shades deeper red against Todd’s black hair.
“Yes, we are.” Garrett said. Irritated with the intrusion at first, he relaxed when
