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Started December 13, 2018 by Deleted user

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A soft frown crossed Kaye's face when he saw Simon make his way back towards the table. Were they alright? He opened his mouth halfway, ready to say something– anything– though nothing came out. Come on. Come up with something, Kaye.

“I’m sorry.” That was the first and only thought that crossed his mind as he re-seated himself. “For my idiotic behaviour.” Simon swallowed, meeting Kaye’s eyes with difficulty. “And for getting up and leaving like that.”

"You weren't an idiot. Not even close," Kaye spoke up, cutting Simon off with a shake of his head before the other man added on. "We all need some breaks…and I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or something," he said, mumbled the second part as he rubbed the back of his neck as a bit of a nervous gesture.

Simon faltered, unsure how to proceed. Explain yourself, idiot, the only logical part of him left snapped. It was easier said than done.

“I’m sorry— I just… I don’t know. It was unfamiliar territory. I freaked. I messed up.” He stopped abruptly, baffled by how.. open he was being.

"It's…it's okay, Simon. It can be hard for most people," Kaye answered lightly, realizing that Simon had taken his comment seriously, like they could have possibly been on a date. What did that mean? And Kaye had to admit…part of him wished it was a date after all.

But, had Simon freaked out because he didn't want to ever be associated with Kaye? All these thoughts circled through his head, making it hard to focus as he began to look a little lost in his thoughts.

And, in truth, the proposal had terrified Simon. An overreaction? Definitely. But he hadn’t had romantic involvement or just plain friendship in years.. and the possibilities leaned towards him staying alone forever. Not that he minded, or at least, used to mind. But what if Kaye actually wanted to get to know him better? He’d be scared away. And Simon would be left by himself.
Again.
“Shit.. I messed up.”

"Huh?" Kaye questioned, his brows drawing together in confusion at Simon's comment. What did they mean by messing up? Maybe the other man had gotten up and left rather fast, but it wasn't something to regret.

Simon inhaled, straightening his back and bringing a mask of calm over his face. “Never mind. Let’s just finish our breakfast before it gets cold.”

(Maybe a few nights later they meet back at the bar, both drunk, which leads to some sloppy kissing and later panicking?)

(yeah that sounds good lol)

Nodding silently, Kaye picked up his fork, playing around with his pancake for a few moments before taking a couple bites. For some reason, he had lost his appetite, which was very strange for him. Though, something about possibly making Simon uncomfortable made him anxious.

(Lol)
(Anything else you want to accomplish here or should we skip now?)

For once, Simon hated the silence, especially between them. He ate quickly, his ravenous hunger getting the best of him, but not once did his thoughts stray from the man in front of him. Scrambling to find a topic of conversation, he cleared his throat. “So. How are you?”

Sure, who should start?

I can probably start since you just left off.

Kk

A couple nights after going to the diner with Simon, Kaye found himself in the bar once again. Most likely on his second or third drink, he sat on one of the stools near the wooden bar table, his dangling feet almost barely skimming the ground. From what he could tell, tonight was a little rowdier than most, the lights dimmed even further, with a strong stench of alcohol and cigarettes as music played loudly from a beat up radio in the corner.

Kaye didn't like all the noise and people, though he had no where else to really go…and he didn't want to go back to his apartment to spend another night alone. He hadn't seen or gone anywhere since he had last seen Simon, mostly avoiding everyone else. For some reason, all he wanted to see were those familiar, mismatched eyes.

Simon pushed open the door of the bar with his shoulder, painfully conscious of how his left cheek was marred with a pattern of deep purple bruises. He wiped a hand across his eyes, setting his sights on the bar. Tonight was a night he needed to forget. For once in his life, he was going to willingly let himself slip out of control— and the best way to do that was via alcohol. Stumbling towards the bartender, he croaked out an order: the most potent drink they had. If he was going to forget, he was going to do it right.

At this point, Kaye was practically unaware of what was happening around him, though, partly because he was ignoring most things anyway. By his side, a petite woman had been attempting to talk to him, though he had given up on conversation within a few minutes, a resting, distraught expression on weighing down his usually bright features. Not only, but Ashley was giving him slightly disappointed looks from where he was, one that said, "not this again." Kaye had had some drinking problems in the past, and his older friend would rather not have a relapse of that. Though, part of him was missing something, and the stitches that Simon had put in almost a week ago had been taken out…making him miss this something even more.

Skip to a few minutes later, and Simon was draining a tall glass of some kind of alcohol— at this point he didn’t care. He slid yet more cash across the bar topfor another drink, which the bartender made without a word. Soon, that one had gone down too and he was on his third, not even noticing the fact that Kaye was barely three metres away from him.

Growing a bit tired, Kaye rubbed at his eyes sleepily before he glanced towards his right, noticing a familiar head of blond curls. Squinting his eyes, he focused on this figure, trying to discern certain features. Was that…Simon? No. That can't be him. At this point, with all he had already had to drink, he couldn't even trust what he was seeing. Though, if this was Simon…should he go and say hello? He sat there for a few moments, staring at the other man stupidly, unsure of what to do.

Swimming… everything was swimming before Simon’s eyes. Colours, shapes, all blurring together until he blinked rapidly, bringing the world back into focus. He was floating on a current of border line bubbly euphoria, thoughts sluggish— and that was when his eyes landed on Kaye. “Kaye?” he slurred, setting down his fourth glass and peering at the man.

"Uh. Yeah– yeah it's…it's me," Kaye stammered after a few moments, struggling to get the words out of his mouth, most of them coming out a bit slurred. He glanced down towards the glass Simon just put down, and the many other glasses next to him, not really registering what it meant, but he knew that the other man must be as drunk as him right now.

“Oh— good.” Simon took a seat next to the other man— where they friends? He couldn’t remember. Either way, there was no filter on either his thoughts or what came out of his mouth… and Kaye looked extremely attractive right then. “You look— you look good.”

"I– thanks…you– you do too," Kaye stammered, his heart feeling as if it just skipped eight beats at once. Had Simon just said that? Maybe they were just being polite. Though, Kaye couldn't think straight or discern anything at this point, so instead he was just left in this drunk euphoria.

Simon tilted his head to the side, and his whole body almost followed. “I think…” he slurred, blinking rapidly as the whole room swayed and blurred together. “I think you always— look great— but I don’t want to.. admit it—“

Kaye had some sort of control over himself when he was drunk, used to the odd, swaying feeling, though he felt his cheeks immediately flush. "I do..?" He mumbled after a moment in question, unable to really meet Simon's clouded gaze.