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Bay leaned in close as if she were about to share a secret, tapping her long nails against his shoulder. “You look like a great guy, and I like to grace great people with my shining company.” She teased, nose scrunching up when she grinned. Work had been stressing her out lately and she needed something, anything, to chill her out. And drinks with a cute guy sounded exactly like what she needed. “I’d love that. Rum and coke?”

Xavier grinned, amused by her response. “I can tell. And I can definitely be a great guy. Or girl. I’m pretty fluid in that regard.” He gave a shrug and waved the bartender over to order their drinks. “I feel honored that out of all the people here, you decided to grace me with your company. I’m Xavier -- because even if we won’t remember each others names in the morning, I still like to introduce myself. I’m cool with it if you don’t wanna do names, though. You can be all mysterious and anonymous if you want.”

“Clearly it worked on me, but I’m also not the hardest prey to catch if you catch my drift.” He received his drink and instantly started sipping. 

“Not if I buy you enough drinks.” Xavier teased, though he was still a little wary. He didn’t want to push things too far and have Flint remind him of how much of a mess he was. Not again. “You look good, though. Don’t worry, I’m not trying to still get into your pants, I promise. I’m just still as bad at casual talk as I’ve always been.”

“Probably more alcohol.” He admitted. The edge he’d sought to take off that only grown. Flint waved down the bartender again for another drink. “No, that’s probably the smart move. If it’s an consolation I can’t remember either. I think it was 2 Dollar Shot Tuesdays.”

Xavier gave a nod, hesitating before sitting back down on his seat, his brown eyes on Flint the whole time. A soft laugh escaped his lips at the other’s reply. “Must’ve been something like that. Sounds like a good way to meet. Knowing myself, I probably made a complete fool of myself, since I probably didn’t expect to ever see you again. Good thing we both don’t remember.”

“No.” Flint replied. “… Well… Maybe. That’s all I expect most men to want me for.” He shrugged his shoulders with the admission.  He wasn’t bothered by it. In fact he’d kind of embraced it. “I just don’t want to be reminded… That things have happened.” The alcohol certainly didn’t help what was already a cluttered mess of a mind. He didn’t know how to make sense of it to convey his thoughts. “That things are different.” 

“I thought you knew me better than that, F.” Xavier managed a small smile. “I’m cool with just... hanging out. Drinking. I don’t know, whatever you need.” Of course, the more he drank, the harder it became to keep his hands to himself around Flint, but that didn’t mean he had no control at all. “And if that’s really all they want you for, they’re fucking dumb. I mean, yeah, you’re hot, but you’re also smart and you’ve got that sarcastic humor going on. Such a waste to just fuck you and not get to know you. Which is probably what happened between us the first time we met, I can’t really remember, sorry. But, y’know, for what it’s worth.”

“I figure that would be better. I’m definitely not in the mood for where this usually leads.” Flint responded with a heavy sigh. In a moment his anger seemed to hold more exhaustion than anything. 

“What, you’re being an asshole because you don’t want to fuck me? What kind of logic is that?” Xavier rolled his eyes slightly and crossed his arms. “I wasn’t trying anything. I mean, shit, we don’t have to do anything you’re not in the mood for. When I said I missed you, I wasn’t talking about just... that. I may be a horny asshole 95% of the time, but I never force people into anything.”

“Football bores the life out of me. I just love hockey. It’s violent and fast pass. I love it,” she watched him pour something into the coffee, furrowing her brows. “I would. They hit each other to prevent them from scoring, so it’s going to be on purpose.”

“Shit, they actually do that?” Xavier let out a laugh before taking a sip from his coffee, more satisfied with the taste now than he’d been previously. He got comfortable on his seat, tucking his legs underneath his body, tilting his head slightly as he look back over at the screen. “It looks really violent. I bet ice hockey is even worse. Do you think they even get laid, because you can’t really see their faces so no one recognizes them on the street.”

Adam cleared his throat a bit, not expecting the other to be so forward. “No more drinks for me tonight. I have a shift tomorrow morning so..” He paused, shrugging slightly. “But, uh, thanks for the light,” he responded, taking the lighter. Lighting his cigarette, he passed it back to them. 

“A shift, huh? What do you do?” Xavier curiously inquired, just happy to have the company. He hadn’t really wanted to go outside in the first place, but he was drunk and had been on the verge of passing out when someone had dragged him out to get some fresh air. Now he was leaning against the brick wall, debating on whether to go back inside or try to get closer to this stranger. His brown eyes wandered over the other’s posture once again, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re straight, aren’t ya?”

“It sure didn’t sound that way…” Flint replied, ignoring the first question. He didn’t really have an answer, not one he wanted to say out loud at least. “I thought you were leaving.”

Xavier clenched his jaw, torn between walking away and begging Flint to let him stay. “So you can avoid me for another... fuck knows how many months?” He asked, a tremble in his voice. “You want me to leave and find some guy whose name I won’t even remember, when all I want is to spend time with you?” He’d missed the male more than he really wanted to admit -- Xavier rarely made connections that meant more than just a one night stand and the thought of potentially never seeing Flint again? Well, it fucking hurt. “I didn’t ask any questions, I won’t ask questions, just don’t fucking push me away, please.”