The Rolodex of Hate

“Is that what you’re going to do, then? Maybe I shouldn’t have decided to come with you.” Claudius teased the comedian. He wouldn’t miss the show, especially when he told Atticus that he would be there for the next show that was closest to them. “Claudius Edwards, MD. I don’t understand why people would be attracted to me more just because I say that I’m a doctor.”

“Well. You already decided to come with me. No turning back.” He chuckled. The comedian loves when Claude make some jokes back. It’s the sign that his friend is really doing ok right now. “Some finds doctors attractive. Even I found doctors like that too, sometimes though.” He shrugged. It sounds stupid but it’s the fact. “Just use that opportunity and get laid, mate.”

“Nice to meet you too, Atticus. Come and join me in a dance or two.”he said with a smile as he continued to dance as the other came to finally join him. “That’s true. Can make an ass out of yourself dancing and no one cares.”

“I don’t care anyone on daily basis. Is that count?” He laughed. Atticus is known for being an ass who don’t care one’s opinion. “What made you came to this place being a jerk dancing looks like a stupid like this?” He raised his eyebrows, curious why this gorgeous man being here alone.

“What? They’re that bad? Damn.. I thought I was good.”Tony chuckled. “I’m Tony.”he said dancing a bit more as he smiled at the other.

“Atticus. Nice to meet you, Tony.” said Atticus, smiled back at the guy and join him for the dance. “Dancing is always embarrassing. Don’t have to worry about that.”

Claudius made sure that his phone and his wallet were in his pockets before gesturing to Atticus that he was ready and that they could go. He raised an eyebrow at that but he shrugged. “I have to make sure I won’t overdo it though, I do embarrassing things when I’m drunk.” It was true, which was why he usually just drank in the company of friends. Or maybe by himself in his own apartment. “I will keep that in mind. Maybe flirt up with strangers telling them you’re my friend.” The doctor joked.

“Do you want me to bend over? Give you something to drool over more? Tissues? Lube?” Claudius teased his friend as he started buttoning up his shirt, black since he knows he always looks good in that color. That, and he would avoid visible stains when he plans to probably drink his way through the night. It was rare that he would get the weekends off so he was happy to just drink his way through. “Thank you, I appreciate that.” Making his way back to the living room, he looked at Atticus like he was asking how he looked in the skinny jeans and the black button down shirt that hugged his body in all the right places. “It was a really bad night, the stress and lack of sleep was getting to me. I apologize that you had to see me like that too.”

“Hey. I told ‘ya not to worry about it. That’s what friend does.” He shrugged. Atticus knew he isn’t a good friend or a saint, but it’s little thing he could do for a friend when they’re facing hard times. “Tonight just drink whatever you like because I’ll drive, and I don’t drink after my performance.” He did that all the time. Atticus needs to collects feedbacks and keep up with the stories for his show materials. It’s might be weird but he isn’t a drinker, more like a social drinker. “They have the best mai tai. You should try that.”

♚ - a memory of something paranormal

✤ - a memory that involves romance/love

“Make yourself at home, Atticus. I’ll only take a moment.” Claudius was already half-way dressed anyway and he had laid out his clothes on his bed so he only had to wear them. He didn’t mind that Atticus was staring at him, he was actually flattered that he was getting stares from the other man. “You damn well knew that, I’m just giving you the opportunity to ogle at me. You can take a picture, if you’d like.” The doctor joked as he quickly change his pants just to match with the black button down that fit him in all the right places.

“I can picture you like this while I’m jacking off, no need to take a picture. That’s sexier. You should try that.” said Atticus, chuckled a little bit. He has no problem make some dirty jokes with his friends. It’s who he is, not just what he do for a living. “They’ll give you one free drink, but you can have whatever and as many as you like to night. It’s on me.” He said as he scrolled though his phone. They haven’t had an opportunity to hang out and drink their ass off for a while. “It’s nice to see you like this again, you know? Not that.” It’s hurt to see his friend stressed out and he couldn’t do anything about it, even if he is an entertainer but he deeply know he’ll never know what does Claude really feel like that night.

Claudius chuckled when Atticus had greeted him loudly, moving to the side to let the other man inside. He was scheduled to get ready on time after his shift from the hospital, but like most times, he clocked out late again just because of a surgery that he was in. Now, he was standing shirtless and half-way ready to go out. “I figured. It’s been a while since I’ve been to your shows and I’m looking forward to it.” He gestured for the other to make himself comfortable on the couch. “I’ll be ready in a bit, okay?”

“Aye, mate. I’ll make myself at home. Your house is also my house.” said Atticus, can’t stop himself from joking about his rudeness. He understands Claude’s bizarre schedule. They already called tons of rain check, sometimes because of him and some because of the other guy, why can’t he wait for the guy to get ready just for few minutes. He threw himself on the couch, checking out on the doctor for a bit through that door. “Damn, didn’t even know my friend is such a hottie.” He teased the guy, just spontaneously came out of his mouth like when he does roasts on stages.