A mall restroom. Vic enters and walks up to one of the urinals. He starts to pee, and then another guy walks up and takes the urinal right next to him, even though there are, like, three others available. I believe that's a men's restroom faux pas, is it not? The other guy says hi to Vic. Vic cautiously returns the greeting. He checks the guy out, and notices that he's sort of, uh, rubbing his dick. Not jerking it or anything, just rubbing it. And for the first time tonight, I contemplate the odd twists and turns my life has taken, leading me to this part-time job describing fake masturbation. Vic turns back to his own urinal. Now, at this point, I would have zipped up and bailed, but I guess Vic's intrigued, or just had an extra-large soda or something, 'cause he just hangs there. The other guy decides that it's conversation time, and asks Vic what he's "into." Vic says he's into shopping, dinner, and a movie. He then babbles about a new Julia Roberts flick and how much he loves her. The other guy nods and asks Vic whether he wants to "do something." He's creepy. Vic sighs, and says that public restrooms aren't his "scene." But not telling men that are coming onto him that he's HIV-positive is? Whatever. And Vic's been gay how long, again? He can't smell a set-up like this? Has he learned nothing from George Michael, other than that you gotta get up to get down? The other guy asks him whether he wants to go someplace else. Vic just kind of looks at him and doesn't say anything.