Ken started to look around and saw that some people that was wearing dresses and heels actually were men. Some had makeup and some didn't, those he thought was women, that was leaning or kissing those men… were also men!

-I… had no idea!

Ken started to freak out by the realisation that he had been at a gay bar the whole time, the guy was holding back his laughter but obviously failed.

-Hahahahahahaha..!

His laughing face was just as handsome. Ken felt embarrassed by his own stupidity for not noticing such an obvious thing much sooner. Everything made much more scence now… the glances and stares directed at him, and that guy who was hiting on him just a second ago...

-… Wait...! Have you been hitting on me, too...!? Cus...I'm straight…

Ken felt how his head was spinning with confusion, the guy finally stopped laughing and looked at Ken that was now averting his eyes away from his.

-Don't worry, you're not my type.

That sentence felt like a punch right in the gut, what! Not his type what does that mean!? Ken couldn't help but to feel offended.

-So what's your type then… wait… it isn't that- Jeff guy, is it…?

The guy tilted his head to the side and had a teasing smile on his face, he seemed to enjoy this alot.

-Maybe...