Prologue:

"No!"

Quatre dug in his heals and refused to go any further. Who knows where his older sister was leading him. After passing many street lights and turning many corners, Quatre Raberba Winner was now completely lost. Even if he could manage to escape Iria's grasp, there would be hours lost of an evening he could've spent working.

When Iria had insisted Quatre take a night off of work to spend with her, he had readily agreed. He was exhausted from days and nights spent in his office as head of the Winner Corporation and Iria knew just how tired he really was.

Unfortunately for Quatre, what he had expected was dinner and a movie, not clubbing. He scowled at Iria, but couldn't make himself stay angry knowing that she only cared for his well being.

Earlier, Quatre had been puzzled at the sight of the outfit Iria had lain out for him. Somehow, black leather pants and light blue shirt really didn't fall into the sibling night out category. More or less, a club would be the only place one would have the guts to wear that attire, and he had groaned inwardly. Sally Po, his sister's girlfriend, had shown up at the last minute and dragged them both down the street. After coming to the conclusion that Iria had planned this well in advance, Quatre began to resist.

First of all, this was the first time he had met his sisters "girlfriend".

Second, Quatre was gay.

Third, he was homophobic.

See where this is going?

The only blessed person in this world that had an attraction for the same sex and hadn't almost made Quatre bolt was Iria. This Sally figure though, was a whole other ball game.

Sally in her thigh highs, black mini-skirt and strapless red shirt didn't look like the type for marriage or having a lifelong partnership with. Quatre had a fleeting moment where he wished that their relationship wouldn't last long, and then mentally kicked himself for it. That wouldn't make Iria happy, and after all she had helped him though, he had no right to think things like that. Besides, this Sally was actually a very polite young woman, whorish garments aside.

They had stopped just under a streetlight, and Iria tugged on his sleeve. "Come on Quat, Sally's friend is a bouncer and we won't have to wait in line for very long, if at all."

"Not until you tell me where we're going," Quatre pouted, shaking his head. He had to ask, you could never tell with her. Last year she took him to a fast food place, and the unsuspecting Quatre was jumped by singing members of the gay pride committee. Yep, thank you Iria, he had spent the duration of the meal locked in the bathroom tossing up what he had eaten of his lunch.

Over the years since she found out about her brothers preference, Iria had tried every way imaginable to get him out of the closet. Unfortunately, her plans had been snubbed every time, because Quatre just couldn't let himself accept who he was. Actually, they had all backfired and made him feel even more inclined to hate himself and what he was.

Well, not hate exactly, since Quatre couldn't hate anyone, excluding his father of course. But it was more along the lines of having a deeper feeling that being gay wasn't right. The only other person that knew about him was his father and, thanks to Iria, before he died he threw them both out of the house when he was sixteen and she was twenty.

So now Quatre was weary of Iria's attempts, since they seem to have increased lately. Like a few days before at the office, Iria had complemented loudly on the looks of a particular guy that just happened to work for him. Both his and Quatre's faces burned red with embarrassment, and Quatre couldn't show up for work for days. Seeing just how scared her little brother really was, Iria had decided to make one last, final attempt on changing his mind.

"Trust me, Quat, I wouldn't let Iria take you somewhere that isn't safe. You are after all, head of the Winner Corporation and a billionaire homosexual who happens to be single." Sally chuckled, "Where could we go that really was safe enough for you?"

After taking Iria's hand that wasn't busy with holding Quatre in place, she started towards a brightly lit up part of town. Quatre unknowingly shivered at her words and gestures of affection towards his sister.

This whole phobia thing was getting out of hand, maybe it really was time to try and shake it off. After seeing what his hesitation in every situation did to Iria's feelings, Quatre decided to at least try what they had in store for him tonight. If a gay bar was their destination, as he had a sinking feeling it was, he could always just sit at the bar and stay away from dark corners and dance space. However, if it didn't work out, there would be no more surprises for him; he would make sure of that.