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First ever gay bar to come to the city. Historical! And super cool! Have fun, my little rainbow warriors! XD Go!

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George walked with Josh here, holding the door open for him. "After you, my lovely!"

((your pic didn't show up here lol so im sorry if my descriptions are a little off))

"Thanky you, M'lady" he replied gallantly. Josh walked through the door a little hesitantly. It was filled with a lot of people. Men dancing with each other, women dancing with each other, and others making out in corners. Yep, it's a gay bar... He thought. A little reluctantly, he walked towards the bar and sat down, leaving a seat for george next to him. Pretending he was complete strangers with her, he asked, "Can I buy you a drink, beautiful?" And made a show of giving her appreciative glances at her body.

((Its kk! Sorry that it isnt showing up))

George rolled her eyes lovingly and nodded. "Sure, tall dark and handsome. But, I think you're at the wrong bar, mister."

Josh chuckled but he said to himself i think so, too. "Alright, what's your poison? Beer. Cocktails. Tropical drinks. A little Sex on the Beach" He added devilishly in his charming way.

"Diet coke." She said, with a smile. "Although, the last option doesnt sound so bad..." She was joking of course

"Diet coke it is." He said as he hailed over the barkeep and ordered. Waiting for their drinks, he turned around and watched people on the dance floor. "You know, next time I'll have to take you out to a regular bar." He said casually, "To repay the favour, of course. Help you pick out a guy."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm practically asexual, Josh. I'm so fugly, no one would wanna hit on me. Male or female." She examined her nails as if she was in deep thought

Josh made an exaggerating gasp. In an extremely gay voice equipped with wrist movements and neck work he said, "If managing to make a supposedly gay man think that you are one finnnee lady isn't a compliment, well then excusssee me because I don't know what is." Pretending to flip his nonexistent long hair, he gave her the 'stank eye' and added, " Mmm hmmm girl, please."

She smiled and leaned into him, hugging him tightly. "God, you always say the right thing, Chief" she thought he wasn't actually putting any meaning behind his words, so she didn't really believe him.

Josh hugged her back, inhaling her smell deeply. He sighed at her words, knowing she didn't believe him one bit. "If i always say the right thing, does that make me your Mr. Right?" Because I think I want to be... He didn't have the energy to put false humour behind his words, so he actually spoke them seriously. But since she was still hugging him, she couldn't see his face.

George considered this, still holding tight to him, only leaning up so she could whisper. "Sure. You can be my Mr. Right. My savior, my boss, my best friend, and my Chief. All of that, too." She pulled away, smiling, the expression reaching her eyes to play on her dark features. She swivveled her chair around, so she was looking at everyone else. "Oh! He's cute, right?" She said, pointing to a stranger.

Josh felt a little excitement stir when she said yes, but it quickly vanished when she didn't mention boyfriend but best friend. Why do you care so much! She's your first best friend! Male, female, whatever but she is your first true friend so stop tyring to ruin it!He yelled at himself in his mind. Watching as she turned around, he barely even glanced at the guy. Staring at her, while her attention was on the supposedly cute guy he agreed, "yeah, he is."

"God, gay men are cute sometimes. It makes me extremely jealous, you know?" She giggled softly, and reached behind her for her drink. "Oh, thanks for this." She said, pointing to the drink, smiling with the straw in her mouth. Her bow tie was a little crooked, but she didn't notice. "Okay, lets see. How are we gonna make you...advance on one of these hotties? We need a strategy."

Josh watched George as she reached for her drink, seeing her bow tie shift out of place. "No problem. Wait, let me fix that." He actually thought the crooked bow tie looked endearing on her, but it was another excuse to be close to her. Leaning into her, he fized it back into place, and nudged her chin with his finger, "There, beautiful." Finally turning and addressing the crowd full on, he admitted, "I don't know actualy. I'm not sure if I'm in a very 'advancing' kind of mood."

"Then, why'd we even come?" She asked, sort of sadly. She set her drink aside and looked down to her chest. "Unattractive...i look like a guy..." She mumbled to herself, but then, she remembered that this wasn't about her, but about him. "You still set on Kurt? Is that why you don't want to be here?"

"No, I'm not set on Kurt. Im not set on anyone." Well that was a lie. "And you don't look unattractive or like a guy, George. I didn't lie when I said you looked sexy. Unless you're telling me I have horrible taste!" He adopted a shocked expression. "And besides, I just wanted to celebrate with you." He said with a smile

She blushed furiously. "You're such a flirt." She nudged him playfully and tipped his own drink straw in the opposite direction with her index finger. "Alright. I'll drop. No guys tonight."

While George was talking, the guy she pointed out earlier was approaching them, but George was looking at Josh. He came close enough just in time to hear George say, "No guys tonight." Freezing in his tracks, he looked at them both sadly, and thought better of his actions. He made a B-line for the dancefloor. Josh turned and watched his retreating back, and then looked at George once again. He tried to hold it in but he couldn't. Josh bursted open with laughter, keeling over his stool. "Oh god,, did you see that? I can't even tell if he was more upset over me or you there." He slapped the bar counter with laughter. "I think...i think you broke his poor heart, Posey." he saide between breaths

George looked down, rather embarrassed. "Look, i'll go get him back...I'll explain it all! He looked pretty interested, Chief! C'mon! Just a simple conversation with the guy wouldn't hurt, would it?" she was already standing up

"NO!" he quickly grabbed her arm, stopping her from moving. "I mean, maybe he was interested but he's not my type anyway. So you just did me a favour and saved me from a rather awkward rejection." Seeing that his hand was still wrapped around George's arm, he smiled. "So, how about you show me some of them sexy moves of yours?" He asked as he began pulling her to the dancefloor.

"Oh, no!" she gasped, laughing. "My dance moves? Sexy? When did I ever tell you that? I can't dance to save my life, unless we're doing swing dancing or like, the Moon Walk!" She followed him though and didn't resist his urges to take her out on the dance floor

"well, did I ever mention I took dance lessons? I don't know about swing dancing but I can definitely do a waltz." He said pensively. Josh had taken dancing lessons during his teen years, before he came out to his parents. They stopped paying for the lessons after that...Taking her hand, he twirled her into the dance floor and let her go so that she was a couple feet away from him. "Or of course, this is my personal favourite, the tango." Raising his hands to beside his head, he clapped twice.

She had to stop to laugh loudly, covering her mouth with both hands. When she recovered, she straightened out and clapped as well, though it was rather delayed. "I'm great at following people's lead. Shocker, I know. I'll try to match your pace, Hot Shot"

He had a wide grin on his face. He loved that he had the ability to make her laugh like that, openly without restrictions. "Alright, let's see what you got, Sexy!" He took dramatic steps towards her, twirling here and there. Anybody would either think two things: He was a great dancer and not afraid to show it, or he was incredibly gay. When he was right in front of her, he slowly circled behind her and put one hand on her waist and one around her front going across her neck to rest on her shoulder (almost like a one handed hug from behind). He whispered into her ear, "You ready?" and without warning, he quickly spun her, a little fast and roughly, but that was the tango, until she faced him. His hand that was on her waist was now at the small of her back and the one around her shoulder was now clasped around her hand and holding it out, into a perfect tango pose. He smirked at the shocked expression on her face, completely taken off guard and a little breathless. He jerked her in close to her, so now her breasts were actually up against his chest. For once, he didn't blush or shy away, he simply enjoyed the contact.

George looked dowb at their position now, breathless, hair starting to come out of her messy bun. "Josh..." she stuttered. "You really are a fabulous dancer..." He had spun her around in what felt like a whirlwind, but she had enjoyed it.

He smirked at her surprised voice and ejoyed the way loose strands of hair fell out of her bun to frame her face. SHe looked like a goddess. Josh looked up then and saw that the dancefloor was actually clear. It seems people moved away from them, creating a circle of space for them to dance. Even more surprising, the dj actually put on music that slightly resembled that of a tango. Well, the mood was set. Staring back at her he smiled, "It seems the dance floor is ours, senorita." With that, he started off with running a hand through her hair, expertly managing to take out the hairtie, destroying her bun and letting it cascade down her back. Then he dipped her lowly to the ground and and holding her at the waist, swept her upper body around in a circle before bringing her back up to face him. Finally, the realt tango began as they swept across the dancefloor in passionate steps...((i dont know how to describe the tango in detail so sorry if im lacking haha))

((Lol, it's all good!))

George loved this feeling. It was like being swept off her feet and being in a fairytale all at the same time. And it felt twenty times better that it was Josh who she had as her dance partner. She threw in a few steps, almost suggesting she was going to lead now. "C'mon, Stud. Don't let me take charge. That's your job." She got this cocky grin that would've melted anyone's heart, and swung her hips around sensually, getting into the beat of the music.

Josh really did blush this time when he watched her hips swing back and forth. Dancing with George was better than all his past partners, and she challenged him too. This was a surprise because he really did think he would be leading but the tables have turned. Not for long, he thought. He spun her before dipping her again. This time it was a short one as he brought her up quickly to dip her to the other side. He held her low with her head falling back, almost touching the ground for what seemed like a lifetime. And he brought one hand up to her throat and very slowly trailed it down her chest coming down between her breasts. She felt really good. Not giving her a chance to protest, he swung her back up and cupped one of her legs, bringing it around his hip. Supporting her thigh, he began moving backwards using intricate dance steps, effectively dragging her other foot on the ground so that George was completely leaning into him. Their lips were close enough to kiss, just a hair from touching. Whispering against them, he asked in a mock innocent voice, "How is that for taking charge?" before he waggled his eyebrows.

She scoffed and ran her hands down his arms, breaking the dance and setting them apart. "You sure know how to dance, Chief. I underestimated you, really." Her bowtie had become crooked again, and her hair was messed, but she didn't look phased. Slowly but surely, she started rolling up her shirt to her forearms, exposing her little tattoo of a quote she liked a lot. It ran down the inside of her forearm and stopped short of her wrist. She looked determined, taking a glance around the bar before running back to Josh, jumping him so he was forced to carry her, swinging her legs around his waist and burying her head in his shoulder. She was light, so she wasn't worried of him dropping her

he already missed the heat of her body against his when she broke the dance. Right away Josh's eyes zeroed in on the tattoo when she exposed her arms. He was trying to read it when George suddenly came at him and jumped him. Josh was in no way ready but he automatically went into "hero Josh" realizing that if he didn't catch her, she would get seriously injured all because of him! He quickly threw open his arms and caught her, arms wrapped around her back. But the position they were both in, even though her legs were wrapped around his waist, she was slipping. Hesitating, he realized he had to support her from her bottom, but since he was in hero-mode, his embarrassment wasn't an issue. He repositioned his hands under her butt, getting a better "grip" on her. He tried to sound nonchalant, "Well, I had a great partner, Posey."

She blushed and kissed his temple, taking no note off where his hands were. She drapped her arms over his back, smiling softly. "C'mon. You don't have to flatter me." To be this close, this intimate, it was a nice change of atmosphere. It didn't feel awkward, really, for she was still under the impression that she wasn't having any affect on him.

((lol thats gonna change real quick))

When George kissed his temple it felt so soft and loving, he couldn't help that nonchalance went out the window. He watched her, almost mesmerized by her beauty. I've never felt this way about a girl before...maybe not even anyone. But she has no idea. The kiss, coupled with his hand positioning and her lower body attached to his own was a deadly combination. Oh no... He glanced down quickly hoping she didn't "notice" anything yet. Blushing he quickly put her feet back on the ground and started walking away, mumbling some excuse about having to go to the washroom.

George had seen it, thats for sure, and she couldn't help the snort of laughter escaping her lips. She doubled over on the dance floor, near tears, as she laughed the hardest she ever had. She wasn't laughing at him. No, not at all. She was laughing at herself. How she had turned a gay man into a mess. She dabbed her eyes and took a breath, color returning to her cheeks. She looked down to her tattoo and smiled. That had been a product of a mistake. A few hours ago, she had thought that being Josh's friend was a mistake, but now, not so much. She waited for him to return, righting herself and standing up

Josh practically ran into the washroom. Closing the door behind him, he stood there with his hands behind his head, taking deep breaths for what seemed like hours. Finally, he adressed his "problem". "Okay Josh, come on think.....dead puppies!" Instantly, the problem was fixed. He slumped his shoulders and sighed his relief. He was a complete disaster around George. "Am I gay or not?" He still found men attractive, that was for sure. But there's something about George. Walking over to the sink, he turned on the tap and splashed ice cold water on his face. Not bothering to dry himself off, he left the washroom and walked up behind George. "Hey, Posey, I couldn't help but notice your tat. What's it say?"

She looked back at him, all awkwardness of the last few minutes disappearing. "This thing?" she said, looking down at her arm with distaste. "God, I used to be obsessed with quotes..." She turned her arm over so he could see it. In scrawly font, black words running down her arm spelled out 'When the power of love overcomes the power of power, the world will know peace'. She rolled her eyes and rolled down the sleeve. "It's stupid, I know"

Josh quickly whipped out his hand to stop her from covering it up. "It's not stupid. May I?" He reached over and held her arm, examining the quote closely. "I really like it. It's the truth really." He stopped and put his finger to his chin, thinking about something in his apartment. With a nod of his head, he grabbed her arm and said, "Right! Come with me, I have somethign to show you." With that, he began leading her out of the club and back to his place.

((To Josh's apartment!! If you don't mind?))

((Okay, thats fine! Do I post first, or you?))

((ill post))