"Okay?" He supposed. Whatever. As long as he wasn't pissed off at him, he didn't care. He was holding his hand. He was holding his hand, they were both happy and he was all marked up. Tonight they'd have sex. They were basically boyfriends now, right? Or, at least, close enough that he could pretend.

The cab pulled up and Meng Yao let go to his hand, getting out of the cab and looking at the club. It looked... loud. "I don't know if I've ever been to a club before. As an adult anyway. As a boy, I went with my mama to a few." And he had hated it every time.