Neil nods again, stealing a kiss from one and then the other before he gently pulls away from both of them.

The journey is a quick one, because it is relatively close, to a neat little townhouse just on the edge of midtown. Once they're all in the front door, Neil toes off his shoes out of habit. There are no drinks offered or any sort of small talk. They're not here for that sort of thing.

The door is barely shut behind them before the man pulls Neil in and kisses him. It's deeper, more filthy than in the club.