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Started December 13, 2018 by Deleted user

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"Hey," Kaye echoed, a broader grin replacing his last smile when he realized that Simon didn't ignore him. "Mind if I sit?" He asked, tilting his head in question as the bartender brought his drink over to where the two men were.

“Not at all,” Simon returned with ease, though his stomach was currently twisting itself into a knot. “How are you?” he asked, taking his drink from the bartender and taking a small sip. “Still hungover?”

"No, not anymore. I got over it rather quickly," Kaye answered with a small shrug, though that was a lie– he almost threw up once Simon left…most of the alcohol coming up on it's own accord. "How was your walk home?" He asked, deciding to go along with the topic of small talk…something he could do without getting flustered.

Simon wasn’t sure whether there was a hint of untruth behind Kaye’s words, or if he was just paranoid. He took an experimental sip of his drink, the bittersweet taste coating his tongue. “Uneventful,” he said truthfully, his eyes flickering up and down the length of Kaye’s body.

Kaye nodded as he watched Simon, his cheeks heating up a bit under the other man's gaze, though he distracted himself by taking a sip from his drink. "So…so, why'd you stop by here again? To see Ashley?" He teased, jabbing his thumb towards his blonde haired friend who was serving a few people drinks. If Kaye had known and remembered what they had spoken about yesterday, he probably wouldn't have made that joke.

Simon smirked, casting the blond a brief glance. “Not tonight, no. I believe he’s taken with another man, I came here tonight for another reason.” He took another sip of wine before he could say too much, his eyes trained on Kaye and Kaye only. He felt oddly…. flirty, almost. Willing to take risks.

"Another reason, huh?" Kaye asked with a testing look, a grin tugging the corner of his lips upwards in an attempt to keep himself looking composed. Under Simon's gaze…he felt oddly open, and didn't want the other man to know too much yet.

“Mm, another reason.” He raised an eyebrow, almost teasingly, surprised at how casual he was acting. For once, he was in good spirits, untroubled by his past and his train wreck of a brain. “Care to guess?”

"Because you…like the alcohol here?" Kaye asked, his brows drawing together in thought as he glanced around the bar, tucking a strand of messy hair behind his ear. He knew that Simon was playing with him, though he didn't really know what to guess.

"Or is it someone here? Maybe him?" Kaye asked with a lopsided grin and chuckle, as he pointed towards a dark, curly haired man near them.

Simon rolled his eyes, though the movement wasn’t harsh. “No, not to see him,” he declined, allowing his eyes to travel over Kaye’s form. “Although, I have to admit, the alcohol here is excellent.”

Kaye nodded with a small hum as he glanced towards his drink, feeling his cheeks flush faintly when Simon looked over him. The last thing he wanted was for Simon to see him blush…that would ruin what was left of his pride. "Well, who is it then?" He asked with a testing look.

Simon felt an odd satisfaction at the sight of the faint pink spreading over Kaye’s cheeks, though he wasn’t quite sure why. “I came,” he said slowly, taking his time, “To be honest, I can’t hopikg you were here. So I could thank you. For this morning. Breakfast, letting me sleep over, letting me use your bath, etcetera. So, thank you.”

"Hey, I was the drunk one. I should be thanking you," Kaye answered, knowing that if it wasn't for Simon then he probably would have either collapsed or never made it home in the first place. "But, it's no problem," he added taking a small sip from his drink before a question he had been waiting to ask popped into his head.

"What did we talk about when…you were at my house. I don't remember anything." Kaye honestly hoped he didn't say anything too embarrassing, though he wanted Simon to be honest with him.

Simon hesitated, his fingers stalling on the rim of his glass. A faint pink, barely noticeable, unfurled across his cheeks, but he leveled a gaze at Kaye and spike steadily. “The details are hazy in my mind.. but I think I remember you asking me about Ashley. You looked jealous, I asked if you were, and you replied in the affirmative. Then I asked you who you were jealous of…..” Here he paused, inhaling softly. “You said Ashley.”

Kaye listened to Simon, biting on his lip nervously and wincing visibly when he brushed against his stitches. "Jealous of Ashley?" He repeated, though he didn't deny the fact that he had been that night. And when he heard that Simon was no longer interested in Ashley, he had to admit that it made him feel strangely satisfied.

"Well, what was your response…or your response now?" Kaye asked, feeling a little awkward and out of place, as if he didn't know what he could say without making a mistake.

Simon continued to keep his eyes trained on the other man, strangely satisfied by how shy he seemed all of a sudden. “My reply last night,” he started carefully, “I don’t quite remember. I think I shrugged awkwardly? My reply now… well, you were drunk, you hardly knew what you were saying. I’m not entirely sure I believed you anyways.”

Kaye nodded slowly, part of him wanting to tell Simon that…he really did mean that, even if he was drunk. Most of his truths usually came out through alcohol. Though, Simon would probably shrug him off, or either be disgusted.

"I'm sorry about that. I didn't m-" He started cautiously, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I didn't mean to put you in an awkward situation," Kaye finished, not sure of what to say next. He suddenly hoped that Simon could come up with something before they both didn't know what to say.

(Merry Christmas if you celebrate!)

Simon gave him an eloquent shrug in response. “Don’t worry about it, we all say stupid things when we’re drunk. And to be fair, I asked at a time that you weren’t entirely in control of your mind, so that was wrong on my part.”

(Thank you! And merry christmas to you too)

Kaye nodded, his confident personality dimming next to Simon, something that the blonde haired man seemed to affect whenever he got near him. Though, part of him was okay with that. "Uh, so…" He trailed off as he ran a hand through his messy hair, unsure of what to say next without messing up. Maybe Simon didn't want to talk to him after all.

:D

Simon rubbed at the nape of his neck, wincing when he hit a tender bruise. Kaye seemed to be…. flustered, almost, his flirty demeanour melting away by the second. Unsure why he was playing along, Simon flashed a somewhat tentative grin, setting his glass down on the bar top. “So, do you come here every night?”

(When should the person from Simon’s past make an appearance?)

(probably whenever you'd like them too.)

"Not every night, though every once in a while. I mostly come here to see Ashley," Kaye answered with a small shrug, only glancing towards Simon every once in a while, though his gaze caught on the grin the other man had. Were they…smiling? That was an odd sight on Simon, but Kaye had to admit that he liked it.

(Maybe in a few posts?)

Simon suddenly realized that he was smiling, and dropped it, but it was too late. For a moment, Kaye had seen him with his guard down— that was bad. Still, he attempted to recover. “Are you and Ashley…” he spread his fingers. “Together?”

"Together? No," Kaye answered with a small laugh, his expression almost disbelief. He had liked Ashley at some point, since the other boy had helped him with so many things, though he realized that they would be better off as friends. "What would someone like him, do with someone like me," he added with a small shake of his head as he took a sip of his drink, realizing the words had left his mouth before he could stop them. Even if they were mumbled, Simon could probably still here it at this proximity.

Simon tilted his head, perplexed by this answer. “What do you mean by that?” he asked, oddly sympathetic for the other man. He thinks he’s not good enough? He thinks that he’s not enough?

Kaye released a small sigh when Simon asked him the question, a bit startled by how much softer the other man's tone seemed to be, though he didn't let it show on his face. "He– he's Ashley, and I'm just the…train-wreck with bruises on their face," he muttered, not wanting to say it too loud. He had never enjoyed talking about his emotions…it made him uncomfortable.