wrote my way out

BEN

IAN

“It’s actually just down the road and across the street from here.” He said with a little nod, “oh yeah my boss does the same. Can’t be too careful.” He nodded again, thanking the man for the drink before taking a swig.

“I’ll check it out. I’ve been meaning to get a new tattoo. Kinda depressing that we have to be, but that’s life.”

“Yeah I know what you mean, I work in this tattoo parlor and it’s not in the safest place in town. So yanno you hear gun shots and ya run to lock the door.” He said with a little chuckle. “Oh and a vodka soda please.”

“Nice, tell me where it’s at and I might check it out. When I worked in Mexico, I kept a gun behind the bar counter because you never knew who would walk in and start a fight. I hear it’s gotten a lot calmer since I left. Got it.” He said, going to get his drink and coming back to place it in front of him.

“I haven’t been able to get a decent nights sleep in three days really. But honestly with how loud the city is normally I rarely sleep anyways.”

“That’s fair. I’m used to the traffic, but I work at dingy bar so I hear what sounds like a gun and I duck for cover.”

Ace smiled a tad and helped wipe away the tears on Roland’s face. “Yeah movie night sounds nice..we can just relax and cuddle and not worry about anything.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to Ro’s temple. Ace missed spending days with his fiancé, misssd spending nights with him even more. He rarely saw him, always feeling like he was intruding if he went into Roland’s studio. Sure he had that little desk in there if he wanted to write but Ace hadnt written a word in weeks. It didn’t help that he was hiding the fact that he had multiply depressive episodes in the last few weeks, but he didn’t want to make Roland worry.