Chapter 15
Chad and Blake played two rounds, Blake winning both, after which Noah and Topher each tried and failed to beat the reigning champion. By the time Spike and David had their turns, everyone was well and truly drunk.
Chad couldn’t remember how they ended up talking about it, but eventually the conversation veered toward what he’d experienced with Peter Tank and his friend Aiden.
“No, no… they were coming onto me. Like… they were into me,” Chad explained to Topher, his voice low and intense. Topher looked horrified.
“Are you sure, though? They could have been messing with you. I just don’t get why they’d be hitting on another alpha,” he said, his voice incredulous.
Blake, listening in on the conversation, snorted and turned to Topher with a raised eyebrow. “Maybe because they’re gay? It’s not exactly unheard of.”
“Yeah, but Chad said that they were like… uber-alphas. An alpha like that wouldn’t be gay, right?” Topher asked, like he wanted to be reassured.
“Not how it works,” Blake lectured, his voice slightly slurred, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe the stupidity he was dealing with. “Some alphas like other alphas. Doesn’t have anything to do with how dominant they are or how much ass they can kick. It’s just the way some guys are built.”
“And thank fucking God, is what I say,” Noah interrupted, yelling the words out so that the whole bar could hear him. “The more alphas there are who want to bone each other, the more omegas there will be for the rest of us.”
“Cheers to that!” Blake lifted his glass and took a deep swig.
“As long as they don’t hit on me,” Topher mused. He looked like he found the whole idea of gay alphas disquieting.
Chad couldn’t help but share his trepidation. He emptied his glass and went to the bar to get another.
He was way too drunk to be thinking about Peter Tank.
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