10:04 P.M.
Smattering Dazzle was occupied with more queers than Jax could count. The dance floor filled with bare-chested hotties, and the bar was shoulder to shoulder with beefy construction men, two strippers, a local newscaster, and a slew of other men who were out to enjoy an evening on the town. Disco music continued to blare, more Cosmos were enjoyed by the patrons, and everyone in the establishment looked as if they were having an exceptional time, partying.
Jax was just about to order another Cosmo when palms were pressed over his eyes and a familiar voice asked behind him, “Who’s going to f**k you tonight, pal?”
A smile beamed over Jax’s face, glad to hear Corky’s soothing voice. The lockmaster removed his palms from Jax’s face, bent over him, and kissed Jax on his left cheek.
