Guest has a thing for older men. Him and his friends joke about it a lot, but they don’t know how big of a weakness it actually is. Guest has in common going out to bars, just to take a look at guys twice his age.

This time, he went out with his friends to a club. His companion immediately headed the dance floor, leaving him out alone, by the bar. The thing about gay clubs is when Guest is checking someone out, there’s a chance they'll walk up to him, if not get him a drink. Exactly what happened tonight. Guest was sitting on a high stool, already after two glasses of whiskey, glancing across the room every few seconds. Alcohol had stripped away from him any sense of shyness. Someone has caught his eye, and Guest stared at him shamelessly. Ernest.

Ernest was... well, an older guy. In his late 30's, maybe 40's. He was tall, taller than Guest by at least a head. Silver hair intertwined with his natural, dark blonde, his built was lean but defined. Kind of muscle that comes from labor, not working out. Apparently, Ernest also noticed Guest. Soon enough, Guest earned a free drink and a wink from the man. Eventually, Ernest rose from the leather couch he was sitting on, made his way to the bar. Took a stool next to Guest. He initiated a conversation, and it didn't take a lot until the age subject came up.