#marcus1

Johanna read the text again and again as she ordered her third glass of red wine while sitting at the bar, how dare this man chose his wife, again, for the fourth time this month, and left her hanging. “For fuck’s sake,” she grumbled before drinking her wine and rather loudly shoved her phone to her small clutch. All dolled up and dressed up, she was supposed to joined Kevin in their usual luxurious hotel room for the night, and she was supposed to have a Japanese massage tomorrow morning courtesy of the hotel facility, instead the plan was cancelled at the last minute, so she found herself at one of the nearby bar drinking. Scanning the room, she supposed she could at least flirt with some hotties while looking as good as she did tonight to not feel so fucked. She tried to flirt with the tall bartender, but she had no luck, but when a guy sat only one bar stool away from her, she flashed him a smile, like she was sending a signal to him that she might be up to for a game of flirting tonight. Or more.

Teddy hadn't been off campus in over a week. With his heaps of assignments and torrented TV shows and movies just calling his name, his life had completely devolved. If Marcus hadn't suggested going downtown Teddy would have spent seven consecutive hours re-watching Breaking Bad. This was his life. No one needed to know the details.

Stefan rubbed his hands over his eyes and then ran a hand through his hair. He'd fixed it up again after he'd returned home and took a shower. He wasn't sure why he was still awake when he had 'work' later, and had had such a full night at the masquerade, but this was a chance he couldn't pass up. He was a little caught off guard by Marcus messaging him instead of just saying something right on the dash when he mentioned climbing him like a tree, but if Marcus didn't want to discuss such private matters on the dash, who was he to complain?