"Wait, what part of the attractive older guy I like is taking me to a club and I need my friend to get me a fake ID to get in isn't a date, exactly?" Kavinsky laughed again. He followed Jack back out to the couch and flopped down, putting his feet up on the coffee table.

"Yeah, okay, fair. Like, I would not call most of the things I've done dates, either. But, ya know. For your sweet baby-queer ears we can call 'em dates." Plus, Kavinsky didn't think Jack was the kind of kid who would put out that easily. Apparently, he was wrong.