Billy jumps up yelling, hands wiping down his dampened face and hair. Somewhere behind him, the bartender laughs, calls out for security. Steve’s eyes widen as he slowly disentangles himself from the scene, taking several measured steps back.
That’s when he tunes in to whoever threw the water. A mess of wild black hair and dusty leather stands back to him facing Billy. “The fuck is wrong with you, Billy? I go to the bathroom for two minutes and you’re fucking having a shot with some asshole pretty boy?”
Steve bristles. “Hey, I’m not an asshole, man. I was just sitting here.”
The leather whips around, angry brown eyes narrowing at Steve for half a second before blowing wide. He stammers out, “Coulda fuckin’ fooled me, man, taking drinks with my boyfriend.”
Steve gulps, brain short circuiting at how beautiful this person is. He blinks, watches the leather eye him slowly up and down, a similar look to Steve’s own plastered on his gorgeous face.
“I was just trying to close my tab and leave after my boyfriend stormed out.” Steve gestures at Billy, who’s fucking laughing, arms crossed across his chest, water droplets splattered across his white t-shirt. “Your boyfriend slid up and bought me a drink that I didn’t even want – that I was rejecting when you walked up, actually.”
The bartender slides up then, gesturing at them as a few security guards walk over. “He’s right, Eddie. Billy bought two tequilas to split with…” They look over, mind going blank as they stare at–
“Steve. My name’s Steve. And I’m leaving.” Steve shakes his head, pushes past a laughing Billy, a stunned Eddie, and several nosy bar-goers.
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