Harry

Remus didn't really want to admit to himself that he was second guessing what had happened with Aaron. In all honesty, he was lonely. And it hadn't helped that a couple of nights ago he'd had a very vivid sex dream about him.

So this was perhaps why he'd decided to go to the club. To listen to music, and sit at the bar, and... is it possible someone might talk to him? Flirt with him even? He honestly didn't know how to do this.

His second drink made him feel slightly better. He wondered where the bartender who'd called him gorgeous was.