SealandRocks

There was nothing wrong with being straight and working at a gay bar. That's what Alfred F. Jones told himself as he walked into the job interview. He needed the job (or rather the money he'd make from it), and besides, he liked the bar atmosphere. And the fact that it was a gay bar well, he was sure he could handle it. "They will hit on you." the bar owner, and Englishman in his late forties, warned. He was a bit skeptical about the whole situation, but the young man before him didn't seem daunted. "That's fine, I won't mind." Alfred replied, shrugging easily. "Are you sure, lad?" the owner asked. "How old are you, anyhow?" "I'm nineteen