Owen laughed, nodding his head. “I will absolutely tell you when your art sucks ass,” he swore by making a cross over his heart with one finger back and forth. “If you tell me that my suck ass karaoke tonight is absolutely epic,” he conditioned, pointing a finger of warning an inch from Vance’s nose as he turned into a doorway, showing his student ID and stuffing it back in his pocket. The bar wasn’t very large or crowded, maybe forty people in the entire building, exactly the way he liked it. It was kind of dark and intimate, usually losing out on business to the louder, flashier club that was open on the weekends to students. But Owen had been fond of it from the beginning, even though their TV screens weren’t flat and five feet tall.
Vance nodded easily, “Deal.” He promised, snapping his teeth at Owen’s finger as it was pointed in his face. He followed him into the club after waving his own ID in front of the man at the door, slipping inside and letting his eyes adjust to the dimmer lighting. He much preferred the darkness, his eyes seeing much better with no pain in his temples, as opposed to what he had to deal with them it was sunny or the lighting was fluorescent. He nearly asked if Owen wanted a drink before his brain gave him an emphatic reminder that he didn’t drink alcohol, “Cozy in here.” He observed in approval, glancing around, “Do you want a soda?”