An Unexpected Encounter

Definitely not the most normal guy in the world. But, there really wasn't anywhere to sit and Alex wasn't all that bothered by the guy's unique styling. Honestly, he didn't give a damn. The guy looked pretty good painted up anyway, if you discounted the manly pectorals. And even though his arms were as dainty as a lady's, his legs and stomach were pretty damn ripped. He was the oddest creature Alex had ever seen.

"Mind if I sit down?" He asked after about a second's worth of observing the man's appearance. Without waiting for a reply, he slid into the seat anyway. He set his icy untouched beer down and took the whiskey in one shot, shoving the glass away. The guy hadn't moved. Just sat there, staring at him. What, did he have something stuck in his teeth? "You alright, man?"

Those words must've woken the guy up, because he nodded quickly and picked up his mug of coffee. From the unfocused look in the guy's eye, Alex assumed there was a lot of Irish in that cup.

"Name's Alexander, but you can call me Alex." He offered. He was at least going to try to be polite. He wasn't very good at it, but he tried. After a moment's hesitation, the man spoke up.

"Jesse." His voice wasn't that high-pitched girlish squeal that a lot of the gay men wore, but it was distinctly feminine. There was a softness in his tone, probably less natural than he let on. "What are you doing here?" He stared suspiciously at Alex, which made Alex tilt his head slightly to the left, eyebrows scrunching up.

"Um... drinking?" He gestured to the alcohol in front of him. Actually, he was kind of thirsty. He snatched it up and chugged a good half of the beer down before placing it on the hard table. "What are you doing here?" He retorted.

"Drinking." Same response, but now he was nursing the coffee and ignoring Alex. That was weird.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Fine." Jesse turned his head away and looked out at the bar, like he was searching for something.