That same night, Maynard dragged himself to a high-end nightclub to drink his sorrow away. Flashy as always, he rented the entire place all for himself.
Maynard was sitting on the bar counter pouring himself some whiskey when someone sat down on the stool beside him. Conrad glanced at the empty bottles on the counter and then shifted his eyes to Maynard.
"You came," Maynard spoke, putting down the bottle near Conrad's. "I drank a little bit. So, I can't pour you some."
Conrad kept his stern expression as he assessed Maynard. Without a word, he reached for the empty glass nearby. There was no bartender to serve them drinks. Actually, there was no one around aside from the two of them.
As Conrad poured himself a glass, he stopped at what Maynard suddenly said.
"Can you be raped when you're a man?"
Conrad slowly turned his head to Conrad, only to see Maynard smirk. The latter then chugged the whiskey and hissed in satisfaction.
