We All Knew

At the club last weekend, drinking and dancing, on the hunt. At some point, the bar tender told us that Pete was getting hustled for drinks. I look towards the back hallway leading to the bathrooms, and there’s Petey and some big blonde making out. He’s grabbing ass, grinding when the bartender wrote on a napkin, “ that’s a guy!”. Fucking Pete was making out with a tranny! Now look, I don’t care who or what you think you are, but let whoever you are hooking up with know.
Sunday, Pete wouldn’t come over or answer texts. I’m guessing when he found out or sobered up he’s now embarrassed or swinging both ways!