The bar was in neutral territory, so they didn't allow colors. The times that I had been by there it seemed like the bikers didn't have a problem with the way anyone who wore their leather, as long as no club colors were worn. I had not spent any time there, but it always had the heavy smell of leather experienced just walking by. There was a biker bar just a couple blocks from my apartment. Since it was the middle of the week, they wouldn't be very busy anyway. I didn't feel like taking a cab downtown to any of heavy duty men's cruise bars. I was not in the best of moods and felt the need to go out and have a few cold beers. It didn't seem like the rain and fog had cooled my apartment off any and to make matters worse, my fuck buddy had called and canceled. It was only Wednesday, but the first three days of the work week had been hell. Now with the rain and fog it seemed more like the whole city was a big steam room.
It was late September and had been a real hot and sticky summer but tonight was foggy and rainy.
