Spencer Hamilton.

     “A barricade against four angry Italian women? That barricade will be ashes in seconds.” He momentarily wonders what it would be like to be a lonely child but shoves that away. As much as Tony verbally expresses his annoyance, he wouldn’t trade his sisters for the world. Though at the man’s next lot of words Tony’s throat feels tight, his heart races, and he’s considering running away. “Er- I- What?!” Though he’s not entirely against the other’s advances, he’s very much in the closet. “Think I’ll pass on mentally scaring my family but thanks for the offer… I guess…”

    Mia opened her mouth to answer the man’s first question, but was cut off before words were spoken. To say she wasn’t expecting a story of infidelity was a bit of an understatement, but wow, this guy’s life seemed to be… interesting, to say the least. “Sounds like you need a drink. Or a few.” She finally commented. “If that were me, neither of ya’ll would see the light of day.” She added sternly, finishing up the last bit of her old fashioned.      “I like alcohol.” She clarified, a bit of a tight smile on her face. “Hopefully his wife taught her sleazebag of a husband a lesson, and leaves his ass. You on the other hand… glad to be alive?”

“Bisexuality exists,” Alexa clearly pointed out when he seemed to focus on the male being married to a woman. She shrugged. She’d been there though the situation was a little more open than being caught cheating. The wife was very much involved. “If it’s free I certainly won’t complain. Let’s get away from the bar before they notice it missing.”

“yeah, of course. cept this bloke told ME he was gay so it was a bit of a shocker for both me and his wife. mainly her though. since i guess she’s never seen her dear hubby taking it up the arse from a much younger dude.” spencer figured he was still in the closet which he understood, he just felt bad for the wife. plus a little fucking heads up would have been nice seeing as he had to make a grand escape by jumping out of the two story window with just his boxers. he popped a cigarette between his lips though he left it unlit as he poured them a couple of glasses, dismissing her, “nah, i know the bartender. he owes me. it’s all dandy.” spencer slides her the glass and raises his own before clinking it against hers, “cheers!” 

Arfon was listening to the man while he sketched from the picture he had in his book, he wasn’t sure why  Spencer was talking to him but he was happy to listen to him.  “ I have never tried it before and maybe he didn’t tell you because he’s struggling a little and before he goes and screws up his marriage, or maybe he is just some ass who wants the best of both. Whatever the answer don’t let it get to you, there is a very good chance that you won’t ever see him again so why let him upset you?”

the drunkard’s brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at the other, his optimism was not something that spencer could handle at the moment, seeing as he wasn’t drunk enough. “jesus, kid.” he exhaled, pinching at the bridge of his nose. he supposed he brought this upon himself, striking up a conversation with a stranger, “are you a therapist or some shit?” spencer cocked a brow as he poured them both glasses and slid one arfon’s way, “i fucking hate therapists.”

     Noah watched as Spencer collapsed on the stool beside him all the while cradling his glass of scotch in his hands. “Jesus, dude. You’ve got your balls, but I don’t think her husband does.” He couldn’t help the chuckle as he finished off what he had left in his glass. “Matter of fact, I do.” He stated with a nod, more then alright with having another glass. “What a fucker. I mean, shit, if you can’t keep it in your pants… just don’t get married.” Noah shrugged. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be married to even talk on the subject, but well, guess you don’t have to be married to say that’s a whole different kind of low. Were you at least having fun before you almost got castrated?”

a smirk preyed onto his lips as green orbs finally took in the sight of his newest stool neighbor, not expecting to find someone so hot and young at this bar. usually this place was packed with creepy old dudes but spencer wasn’t fucking complaining. spencer chuckled with the nod of his head, “so fucking true, poor guy. he brought it upon himself. i think he’s still in the closest but what kind of idiot brings your secret gay fuck home? not the brightest tool in the shed but he was good with his tool.” spencer teased with the raise of his brows, the joke immature but he still playfully pressed his knee against noah’s thigh, “good fucking answer, gorgeous. would have been a shame to have my eyes set on the hottest fucker in this bar only to find out he doesn’t like whiskey. such a turn off.” his tone was light and playful, shaking his head, “fuck marriage. fuck love. fuck being a shitty husband. she deserves better. almost got married once and i think that’s the closest i’ll ever fucking get to it.” spencer admitted with a shrug of his shoulders, filling up both of their glasses generously, flashing noah a devious grin as he slid him the glass, “oh yeah, loads of fun.”