Chapter 123
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Afterward, his cousins took us out to a local gay bar, with the most absolutely ridiculous name: Local Gay Bar. It boasted a great band that played everything from swing to oldies to heavy metal. Most of his cousins were straight, but they had no problem dancing with each other or with any of the guys who asked them.
Wills and I did more dancing than drinking—the last thing we wanted were hangovers spoiling our wedding day, so he stuck to beer, and I…I couldn’t help laughing…had daiquiris, although not hickory daiquiris.
There was something about Wills that night. When we went out, usually one or two guys…or three or four…would ask him to dance. I’d have sucked it up and sat the dance out, but he always refused with a polite smile.
But that night, it was like someone rang the dinner bell. Everyone wanted to dance with him.
“Let him, Theo,” Ben, the oldest Matheson cousin, said. “Tonight’s his last night of freedom.”