Thank God he hadn’t f*****g promised.
‘The bar’ was a proper bar. Dark, dingy, sticky floor, the lot. But the people Jayden led him to were not proper people. Every one of them held a wine glass. Ella was less annoying in company of equally pretentious idiots, but then Jayden introduced him to Jonathon, a tall, blond, foppish sort of bloke, and the hairs rose up on the back of Darren’s neck. Fantastic. Now one of these idiots was gay.
…And judging by the way he watched Jayden flit to the bar, interested. Great.
They largely ignored him while Jayden got drinks, and Darren welcomed it. He eyed them in turn as they discussed queer theory. (Seriously. Queer theory. That was a thing. One of them, some white girl who was probably more than a bit queer herself, was studying it.) They were pret
