willel are college roommates who frequent their local gay bar on the weekends btw. mike comes to visit them, and they take him to the bar. mike and will sit down with their drinks, and mike is almost too distracted by how good will looks to say anything at all, but he pulls himself together enough to awkwardly ask, “does el ever get bored when you guys come here? i mean—i’m sure you have like, a lot of guys who want to… talk to you.”
will watches a very flustered mike with amusement before gesturing to the opposite corner of the bar. “she keeps herself entertained,” he says. mike turns to see el dancing with a girl, their hands all over each other, their faces very close. “oh,” mike says, his brain struggling to process everything happening around him. “yeah. oh,” will echoes with a laugh.
