Crimson loved nightclubs.
Gale hated them.
It was oil and water with damn near everything for the pair yet they spent more time together than either would care to admit to.
So Gale finding himself in a busy nightclub with Crimson’s arm around his shoulders as he orders drinks is just about as out of his element as he gets, but he expected it with Crimson’s propensity for dragging him out of his comfort zone.
The music is loud and obnoxious and any attempt to mi...
