Chapter 22Dark Helmet was one of those clubs Alec had gone to only once, when he’d lost a bet with Zander and was forced to tag along. It wasn’t that it was cheap or sleazy, but instead so over the top in celebrating everything gay, Alec had felt like he was covered in pink fairy dust the entire time he was there.
“It’s kitschy,” Zander had claimed, and Alec couldn’t even argue with him. Any club that named itself after a Mel Brooks character would never take itself seriously.
The last thing he’d wanted was to tell Rowan what he would be walking into, but if he hadn’t forewarned him, he was absolutely convinced Rowan would’ve spun on his heel and walked right out again. He was only starting to come to grips with the idea that he could be attracted to men. At this point, he didn’t need a
