Christian "Chris" Daniels 22 5'8" http://media.photobucket.com/image/blond man/kickxdrumxheart/JustinCarnes.jpg?o=1 Chris unbuttoned the top few buttons on his shirt, pulling on a ball cap as he walked to the only gay bar in town. Actually, one of the very few gay bars in the whole country, as it would seem. He smiled as he walked in, seeing a couple of women with big hair and flowing dresses. They were dancing together, and his friend, a drag-queen, was up on stage singing. He walked over to the bar, ordering a light beer to start. The tender always talked with him about sports, and he smiled and nodded, though law was his passion. However, he could not be 'out' and be a lawyer. He couldn't be out and be anything, not now. The best job he would get is a janitor, so he kept his mouth shut, as did every other homosexual in the country. He sighed, shaking these thoughts away and deciding to enjoy his evening. "No raids tonight, Charley?" Chris asked, knowing they paid the cops to tell them when they were coming by to check up. These checks didn't happen often, but when they did, everyone was warned and were told to get in guy/girl pairings, acting "normal", or else get a blow to the head. "No, none tonight."