He couldn't believe it; could they be any more obvious? Yes perhaps it could be said that he was staring or even gawking to some degree but what the two men were currently doing on the dance floor, was something he couldn't look away from. The pair seemed completely oblivious to the dancing crowd around them. As one turned and began to grind into his partner's front, Killian tried his best to ignore the arousal shooting to his groin.

For the majority, definitely not the better part of his life, Killian had experienced attraction to other men. However, he had always pushed such feelings to the side. Unfortunately, times that were plied with copious amounts of alcohol, his strict rules wavered. This didn't mean he danced, flirted, kissed and perhaps more with men who showed interest, oh no, instead he became hypocritical and the worst homophobe.

"Hey, Em, do you see what they're doing there?" Killian asked as he turned towards the blonde beside him.

Emma was most probably his best friend, well at least, best girl friend. They spent quite a lot of time together when they had free time from their sometimes taxing positions. As Killian took another look at the two men who were now connected through tongues and saliva, he tapped the blonde's shoulder. Turning his head, he noticed he still didn't have her attention. Due to the more than a few beers he'd consumed, his tolerance for being ignored at such pressing times was very short.

Turning again to face the blonde who continued to stare off at whatever she was looking at, Killian leaned in closer, stating "Em" rather loudly to gain her attention. Before he could blink, Emma had swung around, grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and pulled him close; as she glared at the mortal who had disturbed her viewing of a particular Latina goddess on the dance floor.

Surprisingly, but with all of the practice she'd had, not one drop of her scotch was spilt.

"What?" the blonde ground out between her teeth.

"Easy love, I've just bought this shirt. Besides, I didn't know we were up to this part of the night already. You in my personal space, manhandling me," Killian raised his eyebrow.

Emma simply smirked in return, "It's the only MANhandling you'll be receiving tonight," before she moved back around.

A quick grope of her thigh made the blonde turn towards him once more.

"Seriously, Jones? What?"

"I asked if you can see what they're doing out there?" he practically whined as he pointed in the vicinity of where the two men had previously been.

Emma's eyes quickly scanned the crowd, seeing nothing out of the norm. "You interrupt me to point out people dancing? You know what? You're on your own tonight. Don't call me. I'll be busy."

Killian watched her confidently swagger over to the same brunette she'd been ogling most of the evening. With a move, even he was impressed by; the woman was suddenly in his friend's arms, having a deep and meaningful conversation through lips and tongue.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

A decent looking man wearing a button up shirt and jeans was looking down at Killian expectantly.

Killian simply stared.

After a few awkward moments the stranger's brow furrowed in confusion before he made to move along. He wasn't expecting Killian's hand to suddenly be in his but he covered the shock with a curious smile.

"A drink would be nice."

"I'll be right back."

Sitting, watching the stranger make his way through the scattered tables to the bar, Killian thought that maybe he'd finally take a page from Emma's book and just go for it.