Hartley shifted in his seat awkwardly. “So what, you’re attracted to men? And why would you choose me to show your /real/ self to? And I don’t drink. Never have. Too scared of what I might be.”
“Both, actually. I’ve always been attracted to women, mostly because that’s the stigma of society and my family, really. But when I first met you, I really realized that there was so much more.” Cisco leaned on the counter, ignore the other man’s question. “Oh come on Hart. It will be fine. Just try some? I can make you a fruity foofoo and it will have essentially no alcohol in it. Don’e be such a wuss. You can’t be any worse than when we first met.” He laughed, taking a sip from his bottle.