Summary:

Shane looks up from where he’d been dissociating, staring at the design of the wood in the bar top. He’s face to face with the bartender, a shockingly tall, curly haired blond man. He’s wearing a sleek black button-up buttoned halfway, exposing his chest and a chain that Shane could just imagine dangling in his face. He raises his eyebrows, as if waiting for him to respond– Shane has to do a double take to make sure that he’s even talking to him at all. “Me?” Shane points to himself. The blond turns to look at the rest of the bar. “Is no one else here but you. So…” Or Shane meets a handsome bartender after being stood up on a date. Bathroom shenanigans ensue.