Protoss Vs Zerg (1/4)
Welcome back to the Major League Game hosted in Cleveland this round. It’s been an insane week, and I am your host on the Red Stream, Dante9. My Co-host today will be Warren.
Hi Guys.
We expect to broadcast the exciting games from the final six this evening to those of you watching online and for the live audience gathered here.
It will be three Koreans versus three Americans.
Unfortunately, AML GT will be playing his former mentor and teammate LeenoxGT tonight in the first match tonight.
AML GT, that’s Glam Team’s Adam Lambert, and LeenoxGT, that’s Glam Team’s Lee Cherry. This would have been a game worthy of the finals. Surprisingly, it’s not a match-up we have seen often in competition, even though both payers, AML and Leenox, are both veteran pro-players.
Well, we might see them both in the finals.
That’s not likely.
Certainly, they will face stiff competition from the Koreans.
I know everyone thinks the Koreans have an unbeatable trio in the top six, but I still think the gamer to watch is newcomer TJR.
Warren has a gamer crush. [Dante9 winks and both hosts laugh]
Call it what you will. The last time someone came out of the open bracket at an MLG, and made it into the top ten without losing a single game, he won the tournament.
Well, TJR already lost one game against the Korean MVP, so it’s not quite the same, but I do remember you had a gamer crush on AML at the time too.
Well, I was right. AML did win.
So you think TJR can pull off a win here today?
I don’t know. I just know I’m rooting for him. [Crowd roars]
Well, so is this crowd here in Cleveland.
A drop of sweat pooled on Adam’s forehead; its tickle distracting enough that he spared a few seconds to wipe it off his brow. Besides, he could reach 400 actions per minute(APM) in the game, compared to Lee’s 350 APM at maximum speed; he had the few seconds to spare.
Despite his inability to match Adam’s play speed, Lee was a good player and he was also Adam’s best friend. It was Lee who got Adam started on computer games back in high-school with an old commodore 64. It was Lee who taught Adam the ropes and pushed him into professional gaming. Now they played for the same sponsor: GlamTeam (GT), and lived in the same house back in North Carolina. These gamer-houses often housed all of the team players and were usually situated on top a hill for a better satellite powered uplink for training games.
There was something bizarre about playing a teammate at an MLG tournament. First of all, you know the other’s every move, and secondly, it feels like an ordinary game at the house instead of a for-real, there’s-a-shitload-of-money-on-the-line competition. Of course, this wasn’t a training game; this was the real deal.
While Adam didn’t relish playing against his friend in competition, Adam intended to win. He was gunning for the title of first-ever winner of three back to back MLG tournaments. Besides, Leenox wouldn’t be kicked off the tournament if Adam beat him now. He’d just land in the losers’ bracket for a second chance at the finals, albeit with a 2 game handicap in the final for coming out of the loser brackets.
Adam was ready to make his final play against Lee; a competition game was no time to get sentimental about beating his mentor. He rallied his combat units on the game map and decided to start a fifth base, just in case Lee had a trick up his sleeve to ward off the push.
It was just a split second, but that’s all it took to catch Adam’s notice. Adam looked up from the screen for a quick glance at the audience through the sound proof glass of the gaming booth on the stage. The blond in the front row caught his eyes.
Good grief was he pretty, prettier than any man had a right to be, prettier than Adam had ever seen. The left side of his head was shaved low enough it made Adam want to reach out and feel the short strands prick his palms. A longer blond fringe fell across his sculpted features, teasing Adam with a hint of the beauty beneath.
“I can’t believe I get to meet and greet the infamous AML GT, I am-“
“Beautiful,” Adam interrupted, wondering how the blond man from the audience had made it backstage without a press-pass. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but the shy blush that graced the young man’s face made it impossible for Adam to feel a hint of regret for his outburst. He wasn’t in the closet. He just didn’t feel like it was anyone’s business whose pants he liked to get into. In the gamer community, guys that piqued his interest numbered around zero, so there was little reason to make his sexuality known beyond his core group of friends. Until now...
“Great game earlier with Leenox,” the blond offered. “I didn’t expect you to use the zealots as fodder like that.”
“That was the one thing even Lee didn’t see coming. It definitely wasn’t in the plan. I didn’t think of it until I was executing it. That’s how games go sometimes,” Adam explained, his eyes never breaking their lock on the hazel pair before him.
“What about canceling that fifth base? Was that something you did just to throw Leenox off his game?”
Adam smiled. “Nope,” he shook his head. “That was a genuine mistake.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” Adam nodded. “I was distracted by a pretty fan mouthing off to me from the audience.”
“I…I…I didn’t mean..to…to distract you…” the fan stammered, his face lighting up in a blush of pink.
A sly smile lit up Adam’s face. “Let’s talk about how you’re going to make it up to me. Join me for a drink until my next game?”
Something was definitely wrong, because the blond was looking at him like a scuba diver with an empty tank and no clue which way to the surface.
“Look, if you’re not into me, that’s cool. I’ll buy you a round, no strings, no pressure?” Adam offered.
“It’s not that…”
“You can’t tell me no one’s ever hit on you before?” Adam asked.
“Not at an MLG they haven’t!” came the reply, accompanied by nervous laughter.
“There’s always a first time for everything, right?” Adam winked.
“Not for this, AML.”
“It’s Adam.”
“Tommy.”
“Tommy, a beautiful name for a beautiful boy,” Adam commented, while a deeper shade of red graced Tommy’s face. “Not today or not ever?” Adam was curious. His homophobe alert signals were not going off, but he couldn’t figure out the man.
“Well, I like girls,” Tommy replied, hanging his head down so his fringe blocked his blush from Adam’s view, which only frustrated Adam more because it didn’t offer much by way of explanation.
“Figured as much," Adam said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Most fans would still like to grab a drink with me anyway.” Adam cocked his head to the side, trying to peak underneath the curtain of blond strands. So maybe nothing would ever come of this encounter, but Adam was looking forward to spending some time feasting his eyes on the pretty fan, and he wasn’t above using underhand tactics to get his way. “Come on,” Adam beseeched. “You have to keep me company… otherwise I am going to have to listen to Lee for the next hour whine about losing that last game.”
“Playing against a team-mate in competition is tough, isn’t it?” Tommy asked.
“Leenox is one of the best players out there, don’t think anyone else will find eliminating him easy,” Adam warned.
“At this level of competition, I respect everyone’s skill. It must be great to play professionally though,” Tommy said, lost in thought for a moment.
“It’s a nice life,” Adam admitted.
“Don’t you ever get bored?”
“Of playing the game?”
“Yeah,” Tommy nodded.
“Never!”
“So you’re one of those born playing star-craft geeks?”
Adam smiled. “Cradle to grave.”
“And no one knows you play for the ‘other’ team?” Tommy asked quietly, in a hushed whisper.
“Well, it’s none of their business,” Adam leaned into Tommy to whisper back.
“You’re right,” Tommy agreed, “besides… you are such a skilled gamer no one would care that you like to chat up fanboys.”
Adam’s smile widened. “Never done this before.”
Tommy blushed at his words, but he didn’t take the customary step back when Adam moved even closer. “I’m flattered,” he said.
“So. What about that drink?” Adam prodded his voice low and textured. He noticed Tommy smile in response. Maybe he likes girls…and boys! Adam knew that pushing the envelope with a man that had explicitly made his sexual preference known was a 911 call away from a sad newspaper byline, but there was something about Tommy that intrigued him. He also sensed a willingness to chat and flirt that was definitely beyond the norm for a strictly straight guy. Yet, the smile was followed by more hesitation.
“I…I’d…like to. Maybe we can have drinks some other time?” Tommy asked, his smile both sad and hopeful.
Adam stopped trying to decipher Tommy’s hesitation. “If you insist,” he finally gave in.
“I do.” Tommy nodded and held out his hand. “I have to go. I’m up next.”
Adam took his hand. They were warm, soft hands. Hands that would feel great wrapped around his… Snap out of it Adam Mitchell Lambert! he chastised himself, just in time to see Tommy’s face up on the giant screens above as the announcement introduced the next player: TJR.
“See you around,” Tommy called out as he walked away, but Adam wasn’t listening. He was shutting down like an android phone that hadn’t been charged in twelve hours. Tommy was TJR: the new gamer kid on the block everyone was raving about that made it into the finals from open brackets. Tommy was TJR, and Adam had just hit on him.
“Dammit. I need to work on my game. I didn’t even make top four,” Lee complained, setting his backpack down with a thud before sliding onto the black leather seat next to Adam in the hotel foyer.
“Had to grab a drink, so I missed your game. What happened?” Adam asked.
“Wonder kid, TJR,” Lee replied. “He got me in the micro-game twice. It was all over in less than five minutes. He does one hell of an aggressive early offensive. It’s a modified Roach-Rush that I never saw coming.”
“Oh…”
“What do you mean by ‘oh’?” Lee asked, obviously incensed by the one word response from the normally loquacious Adam.
“I haven’t seen any of his games. I actually thought he was a fan when I ran into him earlier,” Adam admitted.
“The kid’s probably a fan of yours. Everyone is a fan of yours.”
Adam’s lips curled into a smile, but he was lost between horror at his behavior toward the new gamer on the circuit, and an eagerness for a repeat encounter.
“Adam, what’s wrong?” Lee asked.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Adam replied. “Maybe a bit upset you didn’t make the final four. This was supposed to be our MLG.” It wasn’t really a lie, even if it wasn’t the truth.
“Shit happens. Besides, the kid is pretty good,” Lee admitted.
“In more ways than one…” Adam muttered under his breath.
“What?” Lee asked, obviously not having heard Adam.
“Nothing,” Adam shook his head, trying to shake out the image of Tommy’s lips wrapped around him in one swoop.
“I heard talk of making him an offer to join the team,” Lee said.
“What?” Adam shrieked. That was a terrible idea: for Adam.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll still be the heart of the team. Although, you might want to watch out… the kid’s quite a fan hook.”
“I’m sure,” Adam rolled his eyes.
“So you met him… what’s he like off the player-stage?” Lee asked.
“I don’t know,” Adam replied. “We didn’t talk much,” Adam added to fend off the mockery from Lee’s raised brow.
“So, if you didn’t talk…” Lee let his thought hang mid-sentence. His insinuation was not lost on Adam, and Adam could feel his face heat up under the layer of his acne scars and freckles.
“Adam, you didn’t!” Lee exclaimed, half-playful and half-horrified.
“It’s not what you think,” Adam pointed out.
“Pretty boy plus non-talkative Adam, you do the math,” Lee pointed out.
“Look, we just talked,” Adam replied, a tad more defensive than he usually got.
“You just said you didn’t!” Lee was in full inquisition mode.
“We talked, just not about…” Adam stumbled through the start of his explanation. He knew he wasn’t making sense, and when Lee nodded encouragingly, he got completely stuck. There was no misleading Lee. That’s why Lee was one of the first in the gamer community Adam had come out to. “Ok. He caught my eye during the game, and I chatted him up a bit afterwards.”
Lee was about to speak, but Adam cut him short. “That was before I knew he was a contestant. Ok?”
“Ok. Ok.” Lee held up his hands in surrender. “I get it. You’re not as guilty as you look.”
“I’m not!” Adam said, landing a soft punch to Lee’s shoulder.
“So,” Lee winked, “does he bat for your team?”
“Maybe,” Adam replied shyly, feeling like his face would melt off from the heat of his blush. Lee was never one to be subtle. Until now, Adam was lucky enough to stick to the spectator side of Lee’s friendly teasing, while their teammates, Isaac and Taylor, squirmed. Somehow, Lee always dragged out the truth from them too.
“Maybe?” Lee threw his arms up in feigned exasperation. “How do you chat up a guy and not know if he’s into chicks or dudes?”
“He said he was into chicks,” Adam explained.
“But…” Lee prompted.
“But, he didn’t seem completely uninterested. I don’t know. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking on my part. I wanted, just once, to meet someone that catches my eye and have things work out…you know…” Adam lamented.
Lee pulled him into a hug. One of those, side to side, man hugs. “We need to take you somewhere with some better quality dudes. Trust me, you don’t want to end up with these gamers.”
Adam roared with laughter, but Lee wasn’t done with his diatribe. “Seriously, most of them are slobs, either overweight or too scrawny, you can’t have more than a ten second conversation at a time, and their idea of an awesome date is to play video games and ignore you all night. Trust me, I know.”
“You ever dated one?” Adam asked in jest.
“No. But poor Scarlett. I hear the guy she’s dating is awful,” Lee replied with a chuckle.
“I don’t know how she puts up with him,” Adam agreed.
“You both love me,” Lee winked.
“So…” Adam sighed.
“Top Four,” Lee pointed out and Adam nodded. “You and TJR both made it. Must be a match made in heaven.” Lee winked.
“Fuck you!”
After a record setting event in Anaheim, the Star Craft 2 action in Cleveland has a lot to live up to. At first it looked like the Koreans had everyone else on the ropes, but thanks to veteran AML GT and newcomer TJR, there will be two non-Koreans in the final four.
AML GT was always the favorite to win this MLG tournament, but the real crowd pleaser here today is TJR, who made it to the final four all the way from the open brackets, knocking off some huge names in Star Craft 2 along the way.
What’s amazing is how much TJR has improved.
He really has sharpened his skills against his opponent every match, but it seems to be his humble and enthusiastic response to every win that has the crowd rooting for him.
Everyone loves an underdog at the MLG, but you are onto something. TJR seems as surprised as anyone that he’s racking up these wins.
Let’s see who the last man standing will be.
Adam was nervous, even if he loathed admitting it. Staring at him from the screen was TJR’s avatar: a dark templar prelate, fittingly elegant, if one could ever say such a thing about a Zerg, but nowhere as pleasing to the eye as the player the avatar represented.
Concentrate Adam, Concentrate, he bid himself.
“So, how about that drink?” Tommy asked after their game.
Adam feigned a smile, but shook his head. “Need to keep my head clear for the final game.”
“Oh…”
“Good game though,” Adam offered his hand, “maybe you’ll place third or something.”
“…or something,” Tommy murmured under his breath, taking Adam’s outstretched hand.
Adam was distracted by the feel of Tommy’s hand; it was a firm and manly handshake, but his palm was soft, with more calluses on the tips of his fingers than Adam expected from a gamer. Before Adam could gather his wits to respond appropriately, a crowd of fans gathered around him and dragged him away. He looked back over his shoulder to Tommy, who looked like a five- year-old that had just missed the ice-cream truck.
Adam felt for the guy. It sucked to have one’s gamer dreams crushed. That dejected look was about losing the game, wasn’t it? Adam barely finished his thought when a microphone was shoved into his face. It was the game broadcaster Dante9 wanting a post game interview.
“Hi, Adam! Congratulations for making it to the final game. How do you feel going up against the reigning Korean champion MVP again?”
Adam laughed. Dante9 was a long time friend and fellow Star Craft 2 player turned commentator who always knew just the right questions to ask. “I think a reckoning for the game in Korea is in order, don’t you?”
“Everyone is looking to see if you’ll best the Korean this time around.”
“Well, we have different playing styles. He’s more analytical and practices a lot--a more strategic player. I just feel the game,” Adam explained.
“Some say you lack what it takes, despite your talent.”
“They’ll find out soon enough either way,” Adam replied with a smile.
It went on for hours, interview after interview, autographs for fans, then more interviews, until Lee came to his rescue. “The guy’s got to eat,” Lee announced, shooing everyone away.
“Thanks, man!” Adam said as soon as they were seated at the table of the hotel restaurant.
“You’re still on my team. Your winnings go the common pot, so I’m just protecting my interests here.” Lee patted him on the shoulder.
“I really need a shot of tequila and a nap,” Adam admitted.
Lee laughed. “The final game starts in an hour. You’re getting a Red Bull and a light meal.”
It was difficult keeping his mind in the game. And that had everything to do with the bleached locks milling through the audience until the pretty face they framed was right in his line of vision. His eyes were on Tommy just as much as they were on the screen, so of course he missed it when his scout spotted the edge of MVP’s home base the first time around. That kept him in the dark about the other player’s strategy a few minutes longer than he would have liked. Adam cursed when he realized his folly, and it was merely dumb luck that he had the units to counter the early attack from MVP. This would never do…
Halfway through the game, Adam caught another lucky break. The computer froze, as it sometimes did during competition, and the players were let out of their glass cages to grab a sip of water while the computer whizzes fixed the problem. Adam marched right up to Lee.
“Get him out of here!” he bellowed.
Lee took a step back, surprised. “Who?”
“That new kid.”
“What did he do?” Lee asked, obviously perplexed.
“He’s right in my line of sight and it’s distracting.”
“What do you want me to say to him? I can’t just ask a player to not watch the finals if he wants to,” Lee pointed out.
“I don’t care what the fuck you say to him, but if you want me to bring home the grand prize, you’ll get him out of my sight,” Adam replied as he walked away.
By the time Adam returned to the playing booth, Lee was leading Tommy away. It should have put him at ease, except it didn’t. Adam felt like an ass, and somehow Tommy’s absence stood out; like a dry patch in a grass field.
Adam sought out Tommy after he won the game, maybe take him up on that drink after all. He didn’t find Tommy though, and Adam figured that was the end of it. Tommy got lucky on his first tournament and made his way up through the open brackets, but Adam knew that without a team’s support and especially the practice living in a game house provided, it was very difficult to keep up with impressive performances at tournaments. Adam never expected to meet Tommy again; at least, not anytime soon. So when three weeks later, Tommy showed up at the door with the team manager Lane in tow, Adam was both surprised and shell-shocked.
“Meet your new teammate,” Lane announced.
Adam groaned at Lane’s chirpy intro.
I’m so fucked. He knew it was irrational, but he panicked. Tommy was looking up at him expectantly, and Adam bit down on his lip.
A version of the image before him had the starring role in his jack-off mental porn, except that Tommy was expecting a lot more than just a friendly welcome. Unable to muster his usual welcoming enthusiasm, Adam barely managed a grunted hello instead. He did leave the door ajar as he walked away and toward the kitchen area beyond the den.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Adam cursed under his breath. He should’ve known this was in the works. He’d heard rumors of it at the MLG from Lee, but he ignored all the tell-tale signs the team was signing the new player on the scene, the one that had invaded his dreams since their first meeting.
“Someone’s not happy,” Adam heard Tommy say.
Adam grabbed himself a bottle of Perrier from the fridge and walked into the den to find the rest of the team gathered around Tommy and Lane.
“Welcome on board,” Isaac said as he shook Tommy’s hand. “That was a great game against Lee. I still can’t figure out how you knew to move away from his nuke’s target point.”
“I would have used a nuke against myself the way my units were lined up, so I figured he’d be smart enough to do the same,” Tommy laughed. “Thanks for the welcome.”
Something about Tommy’s laughter got to Adam. It seemed so unguarded, so sincere, and Adam knew in an instant that Tommy would fit right in with the team.
“I can’t say I’ll ever forgive you for that humiliating defeat,” Lee admitted, holding out his hand, “but, welcome to the team. It’s always good to have a newbie in the house.”
Tommy smiled and shook his hand. “Can I bribe you guys into going easy on me with the hazing?”
“Not a chance, Ratliff.” It was Taylor, happy to give up his place as newbie of the team.
Adam knew it was irrational, but he felt like his team was already batting for Tommy, and it irked. He should have figured it wouldn’t be only the fans at MLG that were impressed with Tommy, but still, watching his teammates swoon over the latest member of their team was difficult. His irritation was partly because Adam really was excited to see Tommy again--too excited. Adam had not been able to get Tommy out of his head since they met, but sharing a house was not a good idea, so Adam was not going to let himself even consider Tommy’s presence as anything but a Trojan horse against his sanity.
And heaven help his sanity if he had to share a room with Tommy too!
Everyone on the team, except Isaac, Lee and Adam, had a roommate. Lee was about to walk down the aisle with Scarlett, so everyone tacitly conspired to give the couple their space. Isaac was in the honeymoon stage with some gamer-chick he’d recently met, and Lane was not going to stick Tommy into the middle of that burgeoning romance, even if the girl only slept over a few nights a week. Adam quickly did the math.
“He can’t share my room,” Adam blurted out, more forcefully than he intended, although it was just at half the decibel of his panicked self-preservation alarm.
The outburst earned him surprised looks from the team and a scowl from Lane. Tommy stared at the ground beneath his feet as if it held an escape pod and shuffled his feet back and forth against the edge of the rug at the center of the den.
Isaac pulled Tommy into a side hug. “It’s alright. He can room with me.”
Adam wasn’t sure he liked the way Tommy’s face lit up at Isaac’s words, but he definitely didn’t like that it was Isaac’s arms wrapped around Tommy.
“Could you be more unwelcoming?” Lane fumed.
Adam faked a smile, desperate to mask his inner turmoil. “Welcome to the team,” Adam offered with feigned indifference and walked away before he could register anyone’s reaction.
Seconds after he slammed the door to his room shut, Lee barged in.
“What is it with you, Adam?”
Adam ran a hand through his hair and took what felt like his first breath of air since Tommy walked into the house. “Nothing,” he shrugged, knowing full well Lee could see right through his act.
“This is not like you at all.”
“What would you know about it?” Adam asked.
“I know my friend Adam would never go out of his way to make a new player feel unwelcome,” Lee replied.
“I don’t want to be around him my every waking hour,” Adam admitted, leaving out that his sleep was already constantly haunted by Tommy.
“I thought you liked him,” Lee asked. “First you have me walk him away from the game MLG, and now this. What’s going on, Adam?”
“Nothing is going on. He’s-“
“Distracting,” Lee interrupted. “Yeah, you told me that before. Why?”
“I don’t know,” Adam buried his head in his hands and flopped onto the bed. “He’s a guy, I’m gay. I don’t know… you do the math.”
“You’re not making sense,” Lee pointed out.
“Damn it, Lee! I flirted with the guy the first time we met, before I knew who he was,” Adam said, as if that explained everything.
“Adam, you flirt with everybody,” Lee countered and sat on the bed beside Adam.
“Well, he’s going to be living here.” Adam groaned.
“I’ve made a production out of you crushing on Taylor since he moved into this house and you managed to be perfectly civil and a tad too flirty at the same time.”
Adam shrugged. “It’s not the same…”
Maybe it was the hitch in Adam’s voice that revealed his inner panic, but suddenly Lee wrapped an arm around him and pulled him into a hug. “Oh, Adam…”
“I can’t fucking do this with him here, Lee. I can’t.”
“It’ll fade, Adam. You’ll get over it, become best of friends, and you’ll laugh about this moment someday.”
“You think?” Adam looked up.
“I know,” Lee replied.
A silent moment passed between them as the gravity of what he’d just admitted to Lee sank in. Granted, far as confessions go, it was rather short on words and heavy on implication. He liked that Lee knew him well enough that he didn’t have to spell it out in
explicit detail. Serious moments get uncomfortable really quickly with Adam, so Lee saved the day by being quick on the uptake.
“…Either that, or you’ll be making babies soon. Then we’ll have to beg you to keep it quiet in here,” Lee teased.
“Fuck you, Lee!” Adam punched his friend.
“Fuck you too!” Lee punched him back.
It took a while after Lee left for Adam to venture into the common area of the house again. For one, he was embarrassed about his behavior earlier that day. There was Lane, who would be ready with a tongue lashing for him, and then there was Tommy…
Man up, Adam bid himself as he opened his door to step out of his safety zone.
Sure enough, Lane was right there waiting.
“I’m---“ Adam started, but Lane held up her hand.
“Don’t even dare to offer a lame apology. There’s no excuse for what you just pulled. I know sharing the spotlight with an up and comer can be unnerving, but that’s exactly why you should be glad he isn’t signed on with a rival team.”
“I know…” Adam admitted. If she wanted to think this was about Tommy being a threat on the gamer circuit, Adam wasn’t about to correct her.
“You weren’t like this when Taylor came on board,” Lane said, obviously perplexed by Adam’s behavior.
“Taylor wasn’t nearly as --- good…” Adam replied … as pretty… as hot! his conscience supplied more honestly.
“Will I have a problem on my hands?” Lane asked.
“No.” He shook his head and looked her straight in the eye. If she wasn’t going to let him apologize verbally, he intended to let his eyes do the talking.
“Good.” Lane seemed satisfied as she walked away.
No one else mentioned his outburst, or Tommy, when he joined the posse, so Adam sat down, grabbed a pizza from the box on the coffee table in the center of the den, and watched Lee beat Taylor in a practice game.
“Where’s Isaac?” Adam asked after a while.
“Helping Tommy unpack,” Lee replied.
Just then, Isaac and Tommy walked into the den.
Time to face the music… Adam got up and walked over to Tommy.
“Look, I’d like to apologize for being rude earlier,” Adam said.
“Whatever, it’s all cool,” Tommy replied. He sat down on the couch across the room from Adam and left Adam with the feeling that everything was not okay at all.
Adam looked at Lee then, hands turned up in question and mouthing a silent “what the fuck?”
“You were fucking rude,” Lee replied, not bothering with the silence.
For the rest of the evening, Adam couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d fucked up in more ways than one.
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