#rsepect

the impact sends them stumbling backwards, scoffing as they watch the stranger walk away. julien chose the wrong night to end up at the club, but it was worthwhile considering they technically won the fight — at least by default. “i would’ve fucked him up more if it wasn’t for my residency, can’t get kicked out unfortunately.” they use the back of their hand to blot their lip, wincing at the sensation. “are you okay though? sorry for going all possessive alpha male...99% of the time it’s the only way to get rid of the dicks that wanna act like creeps.” luckily, underground clubs were julien’s second home, so they knew the easiest way to avoid escalation. if bruised lips and knuckles could even be categorized as avoiding.

adonis flashes a smile to the bartender, the pads of his fingers tapping to signal another round. he’ll feel nauseated, but continue draining the liquid without complaint. beside him would be an empty seat,  ‘good, they’ll probably take a minute.’  he thought while scrolling through his contacts for a familiar number. several dial tones later he’ll be forced to leave a voicemail along the lines of, “hey, you’re sleeping. i’ll call you again tomorrow if i can, but i’ll bring over breakfast. don’t go-” interrupted by slurred whining, “adonis take me hooome.” a scowl on his face as he finishes his sentence, “don’t go anywhere, i’ll be there in the morning.” and so, his words were spoken into existence. here adonis was the next morning, ringing the doorbell and hearing its familiar tune. “i still have the key, y’know, so even if you pretend you aren’t home i’ll let myself in.” he’ll say, leaning against the doorframe.

“i know we have to end this, and i don’t know if you see us getting better in the future either, but,” there’s a sharp exhale, anxiety radiating from their demeanor. “just one more day...let us have one more day together and i’ll let it go after this.”