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[morethantrains]

The bar was quickly becoming one of Justin's favorite places, as much as anything in the place could be a favorite when he had never had any intention of being there; it wasn't even the alcohol he was there for (though it did help to calm his nerves a little, which were still shot from the unexpected turn of events topped off on what had already

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[bk_faceofgod]

Brian walks into the bar, it being a regular haunt of his aswell, especially with having little all to do to fill his time. Soon after entering he notices the blonde sitting at the bar. His first thought is to just turn and leave, but no, why should Brian Kinney be the one to leave, and besides, he was here first.

He strides over to the bar and sits on the stool beside him.

"I'd offer to buy you a drink but being as they're pretty free flowing, don't think there'd be much point."

[morethantrains]

Fuck. The last thing Justin wanted was Brian showing up. He crumples up his latest screwed up drawing and drops it on top of the rest.

"Yeah, no point at all."

[bk_faceofgod]

"Well aren't we chirpy." He smirks with a sarcastic tone. "Did someone not take his vitamins this morning?"

[morethantrains]

Justin gives him an unamused smile at that but doesn't encourage it with a response; instead, he changes the subject and picks up his glass to swirl and study it's contents.

"This place is boring as hell."

[bk_faceofgod]

"And while we're sitting here sipping mojito's my company is surely trickling slowly down the drain. Oh I'm sure Theodore is doing a top notch job of looking after things." He sticks his tongue in his cheek and tops his glass up.

[morethantrains]

"Wouldn't be the first thing to trickle down the drain at your office."

[bk_faceofgod]

"Oh my office has seen plenty of long and hard work. Which I'm sure you'd know all about."

[morethantrains]

"Yeah, and I'm sure it has since I left as well." Justin picks up another napkin and begins doodling again.

[bk_faceofgod]

"What are you drawing?" He snatches one of the screwed up napkins and unfolds it.

[morethantrains]

"Hey-" Justin makes a grab for it when he sees it's one of the botched Rage sketches. "Just don't, okay? They look like shit."

[bk_faceofgod]

"Stop being so fucking hard on yourself." He snaps, pulling the tissue back and examining it. He stays mute a moment before resting it back down. "It's good."

[morethantrains]

"It's crap on a napkin, but it's better than doing nothing."

He resumes his current sketch of the glass of brandy in front of him - simple enough, and certainly better than thinking about Brian being right there. Brian being just a hand's reach away. Brian being his irresistibly attractive self...

Justin's concentration and control of his twitching hand both swerve violently off course, and he throws the pen down on the bar in frustration.

"Fuck."

[bk_faceofgod]

Brian's arms instinctively move to his shoulders, gripping them tightly. "Hey hey, just relax. You can do this shit, you know you can. Now pull your fucking finger out and do it properly, and while you're at it get some fucking paper."

[morethantrains]

Justin stiffens at the unexpected contact, and that's just a bit too much. He shrugs away from him.

"Just - just don't, Brian."

[bk_faceofgod]

Brian pulls back and pulls his best 'I don't give a fuck' face.

"Fine. What you don't think I actually give a shit do you?" He laughs before swivelling on his chair and turning back to face the bar, unable to bring himself to look at Justin. Worried he won't be able to keep his expression so cold."

[morethantrains]

"No - of course you don't." He snatches the pen again, shoving it in his pocket, and gathers all the drawings up, feeling explosive in the face of Brian's expression. Brian didn't care, so what was the reason to hold anything back now? Absolutely nothing.

"If you cared, maybe you would have called me while I was in New York, even once - maybe you would have found out I wasn't living with Daphne's cracked out friend, or that no galleries wanted my work, or that the clubs there are bigger and full of more hot guys than Babylon! If you gave a shit, you wouldn't have asked me to marry you and then gotten weird and completely unlike yourself when it started getting close to actually sealing the deal."

With that, he throws his drawings in the trash and starts off toward the door.