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nanowrenletJustin had to admit he was looking forward to it, for a number of reasons.
They were leaving directly from the restaurant. Nothing fancy, Knox had said, don't even worry about changing clothes or anything. Gray, of course, -had- to change anyway which meant Knox had to pound on the door of the staff bathroom to get him to hurry his ass up so they could -go- already. It sounded to Justin like they did the same thing every time they went out, and from the amused look on Curt's face he wasn't wrong. To his surprise, Eric joined them in the little hallway outside the bathroom, with his hands tucked in his pockets and a look on his face like he was about to bolt. Justin smiled at him, reassuring, and the shy young man smiled back.
"Alrighty!" Knox was practically beaming. "If we can pry Lord Gray away from the damn mirror, I think we're ready to go." He slapped the flat of his hand on the door one more time and it opened, revealing Gray in all his... well, glory. Justin pretended to be impressed, for politeness' sake, but in truth Gray's outfit was maybe only a half a step up from the dress shirt and slacks they all wore to work. It certainly wasn't something Brian would ever be caught wearing, but Justin kept that observation to himself.
"Where are we going, anyway?"
"Charlie's!" Knox crowed. "It's not far from here, over towards Liberty. Oh, Gray, we're all going in your car, right?" Gray rolled his eyes theatrically, but nodded and the whole lot of them piled out of the alley into the back parking lot.
Curt yelled, "Shotgun!" As if Curt could possibly have -fit- in Gray's back seat, which frankly didn't look big enough to fit the remaining three young men, either.
Eric's eyes went a little wide. "Uhm... actually, I think I gotta go."
"Aw man, are you sure?" Knox's face fell, as Eric nodded.
"You could take my spot?" Justin -had- been looking forward to this but he knew he'd live if he passed it up, but Eric shook his head.
"No, I... I gotta get up early anyway, you guys go on." He smiled a little, ducked his face away from them and turned to go back inside.
"Well, crap," Knox sighed. "I've been asking him for the last two weeks, this is the first time he's said yes. Probably because you're coming." He grinned at Justin, and then piled into the tiny back seat. "Figures he'll be safer with you around, maybe. You know, so he won't be the only new guy."
"Mm, could be." Gray's car was really, really tiny. Justin had never in his life been so glad to be short, Knox was practically eating his own kneecaps and he wasn't that much taller.
"God, Gray, could you move the seat forward a -little-, maybe? That does it, next time I'm driving in, too. Then we can all go."
"Bitch, bitch, bitch...."
That pretty much set the tone for the evening; Knox was obviously the ringleader of these little excursions, and Justin found out from Curt that every time they changed bars or did anything else new it was at Knox's suggestion. He and Gray picked at each other but there was no real heat to it, Gray had a pretty sharp wit when he wasn't busy acting superior, and Curt was just like a big, solid rock, if rocks were strangely comforting.
It was all nice, Charlie's included. The bar was just a couple of blocks off Liberty Avenue, and it showed. There were gay couples and straight ones, gay singles looking for something a little less frenetic than the usual Avenue scene, and a group of what Justin thought were straight women up at the bar, sort of a 'Girl's Night Out.'
And then there was Knox's little crew, which Justin was now a member of. He was having serious suspicions about Knox, but he wondered why the other two came along. By his third beer, he was wondering it out loud. Gray, oddly, was the one who answered him.
"Sometimes a man just wants to drink with his pals in peace." But right about then Justin caught Gray eyeing a passing twink and decided that 'heteroflexible' might just be code for 'bi'. Curt was being cruised -hard-, but he simply sat placidly drinking his beer and discussing international soccer with Gray, who insisted on referring to it as football.
Knox leaned over and whispered into Justin's ear, loudly, "Curt thinks his girl will be less pissed about him drinking if he stays out of the straight bars."
"That's not true," Curt corrected. "-I- don't want to be in a singles' bar, they're no fun. This," he made a wide circle with his mug, gesturing at the eclectic bar patrons and ending at their table. "This is fun."
Gray clanked his mug against Curt's and they both drank. Knox laughed, and draped his arm around Justin's shoulders. "We all get our fun where we can, huh?"
Ooooh yeah. Serious suspicions.
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They were leaving directly from the restaurant. Nothing fancy, Knox had said, don't even worry about changing clothes or anything. Gray, of course, -had- to change anyway which meant Knox had to pound on the door of the staff bathroom to get him to hurry his ass up so they could -go- already. It sounded to Justin like they did the same thing every time they went out, and from the amused look on Curt's face he wasn't wrong. To his surprise, Eric joined them in the little hallway outside the bathroom, with his hands tucked in his pockets and a look on his face like he was about to bolt. Justin smiled at him, reassuring, and the shy young man smiled back.
"Alrighty!" Knox was practically beaming. "If we can pry Lord Gray away from the damn mirror, I think we're ready to go." He slapped the flat of his hand on the door one more time and it opened, revealing Gray in all his... well, glory. Justin pretended to be impressed, for politeness' sake, but in truth Gray's outfit was maybe only a half a step up from the dress shirt and slacks they all wore to work. It certainly wasn't something Brian would ever be caught wearing, but Justin kept that observation to himself.
"Where are we going, anyway?"
"Charlie's!" Knox crowed. "It's not far from here, over towards Liberty. Oh, Gray, we're all going in your car, right?" Gray rolled his eyes theatrically, but nodded and the whole lot of them piled out of the alley into the back parking lot.
Curt yelled, "Shotgun!" As if Curt could possibly have -fit- in Gray's back seat, which frankly didn't look big enough to fit the remaining three young men, either.
Eric's eyes went a little wide. "Uhm... actually, I think I gotta go."
"Aw man, are you sure?" Knox's face fell, as Eric nodded.
"You could take my spot?" Justin -had- been looking forward to this but he knew he'd live if he passed it up, but Eric shook his head.
"No, I... I gotta get up early anyway, you guys go on." He smiled a little, ducked his face away from them and turned to go back inside.
"Well, crap," Knox sighed. "I've been asking him for the last two weeks, this is the first time he's said yes. Probably because you're coming." He grinned at Justin, and then piled into the tiny back seat. "Figures he'll be safer with you around, maybe. You know, so he won't be the only new guy."
"Mm, could be." Gray's car was really, really tiny. Justin had never in his life been so glad to be short, Knox was practically eating his own kneecaps and he wasn't that much taller.
"God, Gray, could you move the seat forward a -little-, maybe? That does it, next time I'm driving in, too. Then we can all go."
"Bitch, bitch, bitch...."
That pretty much set the tone for the evening; Knox was obviously the ringleader of these little excursions, and Justin found out from Curt that every time they changed bars or did anything else new it was at Knox's suggestion. He and Gray picked at each other but there was no real heat to it, Gray had a pretty sharp wit when he wasn't busy acting superior, and Curt was just like a big, solid rock, if rocks were strangely comforting.
It was all nice, Charlie's included. The bar was just a couple of blocks off Liberty Avenue, and it showed. There were gay couples and straight ones, gay singles looking for something a little less frenetic than the usual Avenue scene, and a group of what Justin thought were straight women up at the bar, sort of a 'Girl's Night Out.'
And then there was Knox's little crew, which Justin was now a member of. He was having serious suspicions about Knox, but he wondered why the other two came along. By his third beer, he was wondering it out loud. Gray, oddly, was the one who answered him.
"Sometimes a man just wants to drink with his pals in peace." But right about then Justin caught Gray eyeing a passing twink and decided that 'heteroflexible' might just be code for 'bi'. Curt was being cruised -hard-, but he simply sat placidly drinking his beer and discussing international soccer with Gray, who insisted on referring to it as football.
Knox leaned over and whispered into Justin's ear, loudly, "Curt thinks his girl will be less pissed about him drinking if he stays out of the straight bars."
"That's not true," Curt corrected. "-I- don't want to be in a singles' bar, they're no fun. This," he made a wide circle with his mug, gesturing at the eclectic bar patrons and ending at their table. "This is fun."
Gray clanked his mug against Curt's and they both drank. Knox laughed, and draped his arm around Justin's shoulders. "We all get our fun where we can, huh?"
Ooooh yeah. Serious suspicions.
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Date: 2003-11-09 02:05 am (UTC)Ilovethisfic.
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Date: 2003-11-09 11:34 am (UTC)Thank you :D
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Date: 2003-11-10 01:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-10 04:54 pm (UTC)Nah, I'll keep going anyway. Can't stop now!
"We all get our fun where we can."
Date: 2008-07-17 11:45 pm (UTC)