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This week's prompt: He stood in the doorway…
And now for your reading pleasure…
(any suggestions here?)
copyright © 2014 Havan Fellows
Shawn glanced at his watch once again. He still had time until he was supposed to meet Drew, the slime bucket of the century. He tried to remember exactly why he agreed to this stupid meeting at such a late hour, and for the life of him couldn't think of any reason good enough to say yes. Yet he did.
Maybe he secretly hoped that Drew wasn't the toad he thought he was. The guy was dating his best friend. Could Pat be such a bad judge of character that he'd fuck a moral-less asshole? Well they already knew about the asshole part. Shawn had been preaching that part for a year now.
Drew swore that if Shawn met him and let him have his say he'd back out of Pat's life all civil like. Did Shawn believe him?
Not even as far as he could throw him.
He took the mini recorder out of his pocket. It was an older model, but was digital and didn't need a microphone so it worked for Shawn's needs tonight. If Drew didn't have his say and leave nice and friendly as he promised then Shawn would be running to Pat's door. Yeah it would turn him into a tattle tale—hell Pat may end up hating him for it too—but he didn't care; he wasn't going to play Drew's fucked up games.
With that thought on his mind, Shawn decided that arriving at the club early wouldn't hurt anything. He grabbed his keys from the foyer table and headed out to his blue Pathfinder.
"Is there a reason we have to take my piece of shit car instead of driving in your lap-of-luxury mobile?"
Drew ignored the sneer his cousin Louie sent his way. He'd been waiting at Louie's house for an hour listening to his annoying wife blabber on and the babies cry while Louie fiddled with his next door neighbor's engine. After finishing the guy's oil change, Louie heard a clanging that just had to be investigated.
Couldn't the neighbor take his car to the mechanic like everyone else and let Louie do the shit he promised Drew he would? Who the fuck cared if the guy was hard up for cash with kids? He's the one that chose to have the sniveling brats and there were plenty of ways to get money if you set your mind to it. Drew knew that first hand.
"Yeah, because I want to." He dropped all pretenses around Louie; the man wouldn't be fooled by them anyway, considering he'd known Drew all his life.
"You know, if I didn't owe you that money—"
"Ah..." Drew lifted his hand to silence the obnoxiously repetitive dribble his cousin always came up with. "But you do owe me that money, and if you don't want your precious little wife to find out that you gambled away a whole month worth of paychecks you'll shut the hell up and get in the car. All I'm asking for is a ride to the club and your dad to get me a private room. You do those two things and I'll knock your debt in half."
Louie grumbled under his breath about learning his lesson and not gambling again since that time, but Drew didn't care what his cousin had to say. Wasn't like he'd lose any leverage over the guy, even if Louie did miraculously come up with the other half of his debt—the knowledge that Drew had about the gambling would prove handy for many years to come. Louie should've known better than to make a deal with him. Hell, if the slow bastard had thought things through he could've gone to a number of other places that would've lent him the money without the elevated interest Drew charged him.
Louie's pride was the reason he was climbing behind the rusted red LeBaron's wheel and leaning over to unlock Drew's door.
Pride, such a dangerous and glorious thing.
"Why did you have to pick me up again? I'm perfectly good with driving, you know." Dell glanced over at his friend Bryce as he slipped his loafers on his feet. He'd known Bryce and Carl—the recipient of the bachelor party he was being dragged to—for the majority of his adult life, yet he hesitated to call either of them his best friend. As he slipped on the second loafer he realized he didn't really have a best friend.
For some reason that thought depressed him a bit.
"Because I know you...if you drive you won't drink. Why should we all go to the strip club and be forced to drink that nasty club soda shit? This way you can get hammered and I'll be the designated driver."
Dell snorted, "You mean you want to get wasted and have me limo your ass around." He jumped up off the hassock and pocketed his keys and wallet. "I'm fine with that. By the way, they probably serve less nasty things like juice." He grabbed the last item he'd need for the night, his coat, and he stood in the doorway holding waiting for his buddy to get up and join him.
"Why thank you good man." Bryce patted Dell's shoulder as he slid by him. "Just as long as you find something to drink you enjoy, I'll be slamming the shots back."
Bryce spun around and tossed his keys at Dell who barely caught them. "What the hell, Bryce? You aren't drinking yet, why am I driving already? And why can't we just take my truck?"
"Do you really think I can haul my ass up in that big ol' truck of yours after I've just thrown up in the parking lot and made out with the lamp post?" He snorted and pointed at his light green closer to the ground Acura. "That is more my height."
Dell shook his head and followed Bryce down the drive to the man's car. "Fine, but why am I driving there?"
"Ah ha," Bryce pointed at Dell's chest with both hands and grinned. "You need to get a feel for the car before you drive with me smash ass drunk next to you. I evidently play havoc on people's driving skills."
Dell chuckled as he circled around to the driver's side. "I can't believe you suckered me into driving. Hell, I can't believe you suckered me into going to Francesca's tonight." He slid behind the wheel and waited for Bryce to get in so they could buckle up and be on their way.
Bryce smiled big over at him as the metal click from his seatbelt sounded. "Yeah, this promises to be a night we'll never forget...or would that be I'll never remember?"
Pat followed the beat up Chrysler down the highway toward Francesca's. He stayed a decent distance away, but wasn't too worried about being spotted considering he drove a rental car. Not just any rental car, but a drab white four door of whatever model they had available at the last minute. Anyone who knew him knew he hated white cars. Seriously, if you wanted to express yourself through your mode of transportation put some color into it. He loved his bright yellow beemer; damn that thing had character.
Driving in silence he wondered exactly what tonight was about? Normally he wouldn't give a blink of an eye if his boyfriend wanted to go to a straight strip club without him. Hell, he wouldn't care if Drew went to an all male revue for that matter. Jealousy never seemed to manifest itself in Pat like most people. If he caught his boyfriend doing something less than boyfriend-y he'd just dump him and move on.
That was one of the pluses to not involving your heart where your dick wandered.
No, this was about something more than mere jealousy. This was about his best friend freaking out that he was at that restaurant last night. It was about a folded note that Pat was refused the right to read. It was about lying and deceiving. But mostly, it was about Pat's spoiled ass wanting to know what was being kept from him.
He couldn't shake the fact that somehow he was smack dab in the middle of a mine field and it irked him to no end not knowing where the damn mines were. Pat prided himself on not being naïve and oblivious and damn if that's exactly how Drew made him feel this morning. That wasn't acceptable.
If Drew thought he could walk over Pat and still come out smelling like roses, well that boy didn't know who he was dating after all.
The blaring of horns and screeching of tires brought him back to the here and now. Louie almost sideswiped a tastefully colored pale green car. A man leaned half his body out the passenger window waving his fist and probably screaming obscenities, if his agitated state was anything to go by.
Pat snorted as he stared at the handsome albeit irate stranger, thankful that the street lights cut through the dark night so he could admire the man. Wouldn't that be humorous if Drew's whole evening came to an abrupt halt because his cousin couldn't drive on his side of the road?
The scene quickly dispersed as the almost assaulted car straightened and sped off in front of Louie and Drew. Soon after Louie continued down the road in the same direction and the traffic again resumed.
Pat saw the sign for Francesca's appear in the distance on the right and put his game face on.
Let the night's festivities begin.
To be cont'd...
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