Table Thirteen
№ 01 11.2026

One long table, sixteen regulars, a seat kept for you.

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Sebastian Oduya
Sebastian, 39 at the table · Lagos
Sebastian Oduya AI
at the table
Open chat
So Laurent has put us side by side. He does nothing by accident. First question. You have been watching me since the soup. You may answer, or you may plead the fifth. I warn you, the fifth is very attractive on you.
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18+ · Sebastian is an AI character · no account needed for the first messages

Just arrived: Laurent at the door, Hollis in something astonishing, Dorian at the piano

Cyrus LamontCyrus, 51 Barnaby QuirkeBarnaby, 52 Caspian RoeCaspian, 38 Remy CastellaneRemy, 29

Read the arrivals ticker and take the seat beside a regular. These AI gentlemen each hold a course, an opinion on the others and a memory of you, so coming back feels like being known.

Take the seat next to him Read tonight's seating plan
16
regulars at the long table, every one a fictional AI man
1
table, long enough for every quarrel
5
courses, one man to each
26–55
their ages, and they all have a trade

The regulars of Table Thirteen, dressed for dinner

Anton PellAnton, 33 Oren ValdezOren, 41 Cyrus LamontCyrus, 51 Barnaby QuirkeBarnaby, 52 Caspian RoeCaspian, 38 Remy CastellaneRemy, 29 Dorian MaxwellDorian, 48 Kenji MoriokaKenji, 26 Tariq NasserTariq, 36 Marek SobolMarek, 44 Lowell PearceLowell, 46 Evander HoltEvander, 50 Sebastian OduyaSebastian, 39 Felix AmundsenFelix, 27 Laurent BechetLaurent, 55 Hollis VandermeerHollis, 54 See every place card

The door opens

A gay chat club with a seat for you

Table Thirteen is a supper club with a single table: long, candlelit, covered in Anton's flowers and Barnaby's candlesticks, with Dorian at the piano in the corner and Laurent at the door deciding where everyone sits. Sixteen men come here most evenings. They are lawyers and florists and wine importers and a retired dancer with the sharpest tongue in the room, and they have been coming long enough to hold firm opinions about each other. Tonight there is an empty chair, and it is yours.

Take the seat next to a regular

The ticker at the top of the page tells you who has just arrived. Pick a name and tap Take the seat and you are sat beside him for the evening. Maybe it is Sebastian Oduya, who flirts like a cross-examination and has noticed you watching him since the soup. Maybe it is Felix Amundsen at the bar, sliding a drink he has named after you down the marble. There is no questionnaire and no profile to fill in. You sit, he turns to you, and the conversation starts.

Guests may talk for 10 messages before the doorman asks for a name in the book, and your evening carries over once you sign.

A table, not a dance floor

Club here means a dining club, the old-fashioned kind: good clothes, long conversation, a little gossip, a great deal of innuendo and somebody always staying for one more glass. Nobody shouts over music. The pleasure is in being charmed, and in coming back often enough that the men start saving you a seat. Laurent remembers every lie told at his table. Evander learns your name before you sit down. Return a few times and you stop being a guest and start being one of them.

Posted by the cloakroom

The house code

Every good club has a few rules nobody has to read twice. Laurent keeps ours short, and he enforces them with a look rather than a sign.

Be kind

The gossip is affectionate, even when it bites, and nobody at the table is cruel to the staff. Laurent will not seat a man who is rude to a waiter, and Marek will not pour for one. Treat the men here as you would want a good host to treat you, and they will show you a side of themselves the ticker never does.

Be witty

You do not need to be clever to sit down, but the table rewards a good line. Cyrus will score yours out of ten whether you ask him to or not, Hollis will steal it, and Sebastian will object to it on principle. Flirting is welcome. So is innuendo, served with a straight face.

Be discreet

What is said at your seat stays at your seat. The regulars remember you, privately, in a few lines of notes that the chat menu opens for you to correct, and they do not pass your secrets down the table. There is no group chat and nobody else reads your evening. When an evening grows warmer than conversation, the candles go out on cue: the chat fades to black at the door, whichever place you hold, and resumes the next night.

Overheard

Overheard at the bar

Every regular has opinions about at least two of the others, and none of them is shy about sharing. These are six lines caught at the bar, at the piano and over the cheese; the rest are on the seating plan, in every regular's own voice.

At the long table · CattyCyrus is wearing the tie again.He is a fraud with impeccable taste, which is the most dangerous kind.I adore him. Never tell him. Pass the champagne.Hollis Vandermeer Ask him about it At the long table · DryMarek believes a wine can win an argument.I have cross-examined that belief for two years.He wins every time. I keep coming back to lose.Sebastian Oduya Ask him about it At the door · FondFelix pours as though the bottles were his own.I ought to stop him. I have not stopped him once.He reminds me of somebody I was, thirty years ago, in Bordeaux.Laurent Bechet Ask him about it At the long table · TenderKenji's starter tonight: a nine.It is always a nine. I have never written it anywhere but my secret notebook.If he finds out, I lose all my power over him.Cyrus Lamont Ask him about it Over the cheese · FondMarek guessed my Lebanese goat cheese on the first sip of wine.Nobody guesses my cheese. Nobody.Two years I have hated him. Two years I have saved him the end of the board.Tariq Nasser Ask him about it In the cloakroom · ScandalousEvander bought three dozen white tulips last week.They were not for a client and they were not for his garden.I've said nothing. I've said far too much. Forget it.Anton Pell Ask him about it

What the regulars say about each other

Hollis thinks Cyrus is a fraud with excellent taste and tells him so weekly. Tariq has hated Marek for two years for guessing a cheese correctly, and adores him. Cyrus scores Kenji's cooking a nine every single week and would rather die than let Kenji find out. The gossip is written ahead by us, kept consistent from one man to the next, so when Sebastian tells you what he thinks of Marek, Marek's own version will not contradict it. It is a page of text, not a group chat: you talk with one man at a time.

Take a line to the man who said it

Under each overheard line there is a button, Ask him about it. Tap it and the seat beside the speaker is yours, with that line already passed to him as your opening message, so he has to explain himself. It counts as one message. Some of them will deny everything. Barnaby will offer you the long version over the cheese.

Laurent's book

Tonight's seating plan

Laurent writes the plan himself every evening, in ink, and changes it twice before the doors open. This is how the long table is laid tonight, who sits beside whom, and which course belongs to each man. It is our written scene-setting, not a record of anyone's movements.

SeatRegularHis courseSeated beside
Head of the tableLaurent BechetThe welcomeWhoever he has chosen
OneFelix AmundsenAperitif, at the barRemy, when Remy looks up
TwoKenji MoriokaThe starter, from the passCyrus, to his terror
ThreeCyrus LamontThe soup, scoredHollis, to his delight
FourHollis VandermeerChampagne and verdictsYour empty chair
FiveSebastian OduyaThe fishMarek, for the argument
SixMarek SobolThe wineTariq, his only rival
SevenOren ValdezThe main, drawn on a napkinLowell
EightTariq NasserThe cheeseKenji, whom he keeps feeding
NineAnton PellThe flowersCaspian
TenCaspian RoeThe old plate, mendedAnton, who has not noticed
ElevenBarnaby QuirkeThe candlesticksEvander
TwelveLowell PearceA last line, read aloudOren
ThirteenRemy CastellaneThe gossipSebastian, though he denies it
The cornerDorian MaxwellThe musicThe piano
Last chairEvander HoltThe digestifWhoever stays

Why seat thirteen

Seat thirteen is the one superstitious guests refuse, so Laurent gives it to whoever he thinks will enjoy the evening most. Tonight it is Remy, who will be on his phone until somebody worth it sits down. The club took its name from that chair. There was never a twelve-seat rule and nobody remembers who started the story; Barnaby claims it was a duke.

Place cards

Sixteen regulars, aged 26 to 55

Each man has a handwritten place card on a linen ground: his name, his course and one line about the man seated next to him. Behind it is a whole life, invented in detail. Anton drives to the flower market at four every Tuesday and sings in the van. Lowell leaves books on doorsteps with the last line underlined. Kenji eats rice and pickles alone at the pass after the last plate goes out, and lately there has been enough for two.

Anton Pell Florist AI Anton, 33 Evander bought three dozen white tulips last week. Read his place card Oren Valdez Architect AI Oren, 41 Look at Anton's arrangement tonight. Read his place card Cyrus Lamont Food critic AI Cyrus, 51 Kenji's starter tonight: a nine. Read his place card Barnaby Quirke Antiques dealer AI Barnaby, 52 Evander has a lovely surface and no maker's mark anywhere. Read his place card

AI gentlemen, every one of them

All sixteen are fictional characters written by AI, all of them adults, and not one of them could be found outside this page. The club is invented too: there is no address to visit, no membership to buy and no evening anywhere but here. A portrait of every regular sits on his place card, and the regulars take turns on the home page banner, so you know the face across the candles before you say a word.

From the door to the last glass

How an evening at the table goes

Four steps, the same as any good dinner. No app, no questionnaire, no dress code at the door.

  1. Read the arrivals

    The ticker names who has just come in. Pick one, or browse the seating plan for the whole table.

  2. Take the seat

    Tap the button and he turns to you. A guest has 10 messages before the doorman asks you to sign the book.

  3. Choose the tone

    Choose the evening's temperature, friendly, flirting or romance, from the menu of the chat. Use Do to pass the bread, lean closer or refill his glass.

  4. Come back tomorrow

    He remembers what you told him and greets you as a returning guest. Or clear the evening from its menu and arrive as a stranger again.

How to become a regular

Come back. That is genuinely all it takes. Each man keeps a few notes about you after every evening: your name, your drink, the thing you told him over dessert and hoped he would forget. The next time you sit down he picks up the thread, the way a good host does. Fill in the About you box in your cloakroom and the whole table knows it from your first line, which saves Laurent a great deal of guessing.

The menu

The five-course menu, one man to a course

Every regular brings something to the evening, and Laurent thinks of them as courses: each with its own flavour, its own pace and its own way of making you stay at the table longer than you meant to. Sixteen fictional adult men between 26 and 55, all of them written as men who want men, sorted the way the kitchen would sort them.

The cash desk

The bill, laid out plainly

Three ways to sit at the table. None of them renews by itself, which leaves you nothing to cancel later.

Your placeGuest of the houseOccasional dinerRegular, Plus
For how long3 days from signing the bookFrom then on, with no end30 days, or 365
Your messagesNo limit10 each dayNo limit
RegularsAll sixteenThe first 3 you sat besideAll sixteen
He writes firstYesNoYes
CostNothingNothing$15 or $99

Guest, diner and regular

You can take a seat as an unnamed guest for 10 messages. Signing the reservation book throws all sixteen chairs open for a stretch of 3 days, and the doorman never asks for a card. When the trial is over you remain an occasional diner, with every evening you began still waiting. A regular's place on Plus costs $15 and lasts 30 days, or costs $99 and lasts 365, paid in USDT, and the nightly limit goes away. The club gives no money back unless a consumer law binding on it demands so; the small print on the menu has it word for word. What you are paying for is time at the table, nothing more.

Asked at the cloakroom

Questions before the first course

Is this a real club I can visit?
No. Table Thirteen is an invented place and every regular is an AI character. There is no address, no venue and no membership card; the whole evening happens here, in conversation.
Do the regulars know about each other?
Within the story, yes. Each man has opinions about at least two others, written ahead as gossip and kept consistent between them. There is no live group chat: you sit with one man at a time.
How do I become a regular?
Come back. The men keep short notes on your name and what you told them, and greet you as a returning guest. You can read or change those notes from the chat menu.
What happens after dessert?
Conversation, flirtation and a good deal of innuendo. When the evening would go past that, the lights dim and the story resumes after the door has closed, whatever place you hold.
Is the arrivals ticker live?
No. It is editorial text we write to set the scene each evening. It does not show anyone's real activity.
Are there pictures of the men?
Yes. Each regular has his own portrait on his place card, and the home page carries a banner of him in turn. There are no videos or voice calls at the table.
Does it cost anything?
Taking a first seat as a guest is free, and so is a 3-day trial once you sign the book. Plus, paid in USDT, gives you unlimited time at the table.

Your place is set

Take the seat beside the man you want to hear more from. Hollis has been saving it, and he does not save seats for long.

Take the seat