.. something!When Peter had told him of Miranda's job situation, he'd felt a vague prickling, and then when he was scanning her CV; he'd found the wor...s leaving his mouth before his brain had even processed the thought.Seeing her again, when she had first walked into their kitchen...He stopped with his key held in his hand, all ready to unlock his front door.This feeling of ... desire ... need ... lust? Maybe he was making more of it than there actually was; maybe it could burn itself out?. By the time he finished and returned to the lobby, his cab was there.The cab driver offered to take the scenic route with added commentary for only ten dollars extra, but Bill turned him down. He wanted to get to The Hangout fast. It was already eight PM and Bill didn’t want to miss the evening crowd.To say he was astonished when he walked in would be putting it mildly. The place was mobbed, mostly with women. They were all at least good looking, some of them stunning.Bill grabbed an empty bar. Find a spot in the Northwest Territories, build a cabin, and live happily ever after. No more school. No more Parker. No worrying about college and life after. Just Tami and me, and Robbie makes three. Of course Darlene, Mikee, and Kelly make four, five and six. Traci we could use for bear bait. I'd been planing to bury her in the woods anyway, though at the moment I didn't remember why.The girls started stumbling out around nine. I'd already been up three hours, run four miles, had a shower. It seems this is often the case in young, trendy gay bars. Surely a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions. We drank quite a lot. The few older guys who were present were more direct, almost staring you down with eyes emitting lust for some fun just for the night. I and my friends were not after these older guys. We had a good time, drinking and laughing, moving moderately to the heavy beats of the music. Around five o'clock in the morning it was time to head on for.