"What are we doing tonight?" Roy asks his roommate, Danny.
"I was thinking maybe we could go out to a place with a dark dance floor. Find ourselves some men," replies Danny.
"No thanks; I've had my fill of Tribal House remixes of Beyoncé tracks for the month."
"That place with the naughty backroom?"
"You've got Grindr for that."
"We could head up to one of those go-go-boy bars in Broward?"
"Ugh, I wish there were a gay bar that was just like an actual bar. One that actually served craft cocktails instead of having shirtless bartenders shoot out vodka crans like it was an assembly line. A place that's not too dark, well decorated, with decent music. A place where you can actually talk with a good mix of locals and tourists. Dudes of all types and ages. Maybe they did things like weekly trivia nights. No lines out front or VIP rooms. You know, like those charming little neighborhood bars straight people have so many of."
"Oh, you mean the Bar at Hotel Gaythering. It's at that new gay hotel in South Beach. It's Thursday, right? I think they've got '90s music night and $3 local craft beers."
"Gaythering? Well, that's certainly a name."
"Eh, well having a slightly silly name is just about the only thing this place has in common with the rest of the gay bars in town."
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