Marcus James Bailey

“You know, that’s why I keep you around. You always know how to give me a big head.” Justin laughs as he sets down two drinks on the table. “I mean since you work with a bunch of meatheads I’m probably already the smartest person you know,” he jokes, although they both know that even those meatheads probably have a higher education level than he does. “Tipping is the least you could do since you only come visit me to get free coffee. I’m wounded that that’s the only time you decide to drop by,” he says, feigning chest pains just to prove his point. 

“You also keep me around to deflate your ego or else that big head wouldn’t fit through the doors,“ Marcus joked. He reached for one of the drinks, smiling at his friend. “I come over when I need caffeine and someone pretty too look at, so It’s not just the coffee, I’m objectifying you as well, hope that's cool.“ Marcus shrugged, teasing. It was also so easy with Justin, he was so easy to get along with. “Hey, do you know any girls I’ve hooked up with lately? Got this one girl, hot as hell but is hard to get because I forgot her name. I’m so screwed.“

Seph had been lounging around in her a sweaters and some sweats, hair pulled up in a bun as she scrolled the internet. She found herself chatting with Marcus on social media and she got this feeling that something wasn’t right. He didn’t remember her name, even though he was saying it ever so often during the one night stand they had. She was gonna just keep him at arm’s length. But closer if they had to do it again. Which was what was looking to happen now. She had been finishing straightening up some when she heard a knock at her door. She answered it, not wanting to be one of those girls who played around and waited. She opened it and smirked. “Did I bang you so hard that you forgot my name?” She asked, curious to hear his answer. “Because if so, I don’t think I could do it again. Wouldn’t want to do any further damage,”

Marcus stood and waited, hoping there wasn’t some old woman behind the door ready to shoot him. When it opened, he was relieved to see a hot woman, the one he’d been talking to earlier. How the hell didn’t he remember her? She was fine as hell. Fuck. Funny too. “Babe I think I saw stars and it’s broken my memory altogether,” Marcus teased. leaning against the door frame. “Na, honestly, I banged my head at work and it’s been a freaking week. I forgot I had a dog last week and tried to see poor Chew Barka to some stranger.”

Bennett let out a throaty laugh, shaking his head at Marcus. “And to think that you almost had me…” he jokes, lifting the cup of coffee he had taking a small sip. “I don’t know. All of that, those are plans for the future. I kind of like where I’m at. But… I really wouldn’t mind being my own boss, one day. That’s like, the dream.”

"Aww damn it, I like hard to get. Can I have another try?” Marcus joked. He picked up his coffee and had a drink. “Well, if you do become Mr. fancy CEO let me know I can bump off my sister onto you. Her boss is an ass. Being your own boss sounds fun, especially if you’re the boss of other people as well.”

Taking a moment to pretend that she was thinking, placing a hand over her chin to over dramatize this moment. When she came up with her answer, all’s she did was shrug her shoulders. “No date yet, no. But that could be fun, so I wouldn’t be all lonely on my wedding day and all,” she jokes, laughing to herself. “Well… this may not be my place, but how exactly did you screw things up?”

Marcus grinned, “Hey, say the world and I can be your bridesman, so much better than I bridesmaid. I know where to get the good strippers for a hen party.” He knew a few strippers, men and women, os Marcus could actually pull off a decent night. “I kind of forgot her name, I think we slept together, honestly, it’s all a bit of a blur. She got a little pissy with me and I still can’t remember her name.”

Zig: Someone’s projecting

Zig:

Zig: I think my ex is mad at me

Justin: Hmm do you think people would buy a cologne or perfume if it smelled like bacon? Like not to sound like a guy who would fuck a watermelon or something but that would be hot.

Justin: Someone's gotta tell you when something is too insane lol. Too bad I never thought about stealing some scrubs while I was working at the hospital's gift shop. Such a missed opportunity.

Marcus: Isn't that already a thing? It feels like it is. Have you been watching American pie again?? With the food scene??

Zig: It's called sleeping on a fuckin' futon

Zig: Whatever happened to bros being bros God damn

Zig: Wow congrats you figured out life

Reaching the address, Marcus knocked on the door and waited, hoping she’d sent her real address and this wasn’t some prank. He still wasn’t sure on her name and he was a little worried his admission to that would get him in more trouble. She was hot, so Marcus could just stand there and hope she was behind the door, feeling forgiving. 

@sephhorton-myers

Eden recognized Marcus from in high school and she rolled her eyes.”You really don’t change, do you,” She blurted out before realizing that maybe she should stay quiet. “Not gonna happen,” She said before turning back to the counter, looking at what she wanted.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right with there,” she says carefully, not wanting to dig any deeper into an issue like that. It was for the best that she grew up an only child, it made more room for the bigger things in life. Dillon could only smile, somewhat relieved she didn’t get any kind of lecture, or Marcus didn’t get confused or anything of that sort. “Thanks, I… yeah, thank you,” she replies, giving him a quaint nod. “Now, enough about me, is anything special going on in your life?”  

“Do you have a date for the wedding? I need to make sure I have time to buy myself a fancy suit,“ Marcus teased. He didn’t know her well enough to go to the wedding, but he was still a bit shocked over her future husband. He laughed at her question, yeah, his love life was a disaster. “I er... I don’t know. I met a hot woman and I kind of screwed it up straight away. I’m not great with relationships, I have no idea what I’m doing. No idea how to make it up to her.“

Unable to hold a laugh back this time, Bennett hunches over for a moment before calming down. “Again… I’m gonna have to pass. I’m glad you’re so eager to do what you have to for money–!” The man places his hand over his mouth, realizing how not only ridiculous, but disturbing it sounded. “I’m just gonna shut up about that for now.” He readjusts his stature, now leaning back in his seat. “You’ll never get bored doing that stuff. Just… try not to get yourself killed one of these days,” he taunts. 

The guy was a bit more business than Marcus. He seemed more put together and business-like. Marcus said what he wanted and didn’t care who overheard. “Not my type anyway,” Marcus dismissed, joking. “True, I’ll just be sure to stick to the safety rules, the world wouldn’t be the same without me. So, what's your ten-year plan like? You going to turn into some Mr. CEO?”

Justin: I'm a dog whisperer, haven't found a dog that doesn't like me. Damn right! Someone's got to, besides who else is gonna drag me along for their crazy ideas if you're stuck in a hospital bed. In that case I should go find a sexy doctor's uniform.

“I don’t know about that,” Dillon muses, tilting her head to the side. “Being an only child can get pretty lonely,” she says plainly. “But I guess… that only makes room for more people in life?” She continues, shrugging as if this were a casual thought. “I’m not so sure you’d be able to tear me away from him, I got lucky with him,” the woman says happily, before blinking and taking in a short breath. “Do you remember Mr. Fitz from high school?” She asks quickly, not particularly fond of this topic and the negative reactions it could bring.

“That’s true, my sisters annoy the life out of me, but I really love and couldn’t do without. An only child has its perks though,“ Marcus shrugged. Plus some friends were as close as sisters, which was sometimes better than family. They choose to be together. Marcus picked up his drink and took a sip, only to cough and splutter at Dillion’s words. “Wait.. Mr. Fitz? You’re with Mr. Fitz?“ Marcus asked, shocked. “Wow, that’s... amazing. I’m so proud of you, he was so freaking fine. Lucky girl.“ He was shocked, but people could date whoever the hell they want. 

It was a good thing finally seeing a familiar and friendly face after dealing with so many people she supposedly knew from the present, especially if it was Marcus’. It was a little break from pretending knowing what was going on all around. And Ophelia was glad that her high school friend hadn’t changed that much. Laughing and nodding, she looked at the man up and down. “Ah, I can see that and I must agree. And me? Well, Had a couple of shots but haven’t made it to Playboy yet.” She joked before finding it felt weird that Marcus was acting like they hadn’t seen each other in ages, when according to her Instragam, they met just the previous week. "Hey, haven’t we— never mind, let’s get us some drinks before all the catching up.”

Marcus tried to play it cool, looking stupid in front of people was easier to explain than a ten-year gap in his memory. He probably needed to see a doctor, get some brain test. “I better get a signed copy when you get into playboy, plus an invite to those parties,” Marcus teased. He walked over to her, nodding at the idea of drinks. He was 5 o'clock somewhere. “Take it easy on me, banged my head the other day, everything's been a bit fuzzy. So I need a recap on everything,” Marcus teased. He’d already gotten in trouble once that day because he’d forgotten he’d slept with some woman, he didn’t need a repeat.