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Maggie wanted boys drinking and flirting.
I failed miserably at delivering.
No idea where Karl/Anton came from. kinda want to write more though?
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also. i'm in need of a beta.
my stories aren't too long and i need someone to tell me when things suck and where tweaking could be done. comment (or message me) if this sounds like something you would like to do.
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Half open smile, whole truth
by, me
1,300 ish words
There's a bar a couple of blocks away from set where the cast usually meets on Friday nights.
Anton and Chris had stumbled on it when they were looking for strip clubs. It was the name that had catched their eye. Red Room. Anton said something about Matisse and Chris hit the back of his head. He seriously doubted strippers wanted to discuss art while bending over and collecting singles.
Much to their disappointment the place turned out to be a bar. Bright red walls with maroon booths adorned with golden accents placed right against them. DJ station at the back of the place, and a velvet curtain with a bathroom sign haphazardly placed on top of it. There was also a pool table and darts. It was perfect.
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By the time Chris walks in John is already there, looking at his phone. He's probably looking at the time. John always arrives first. All he really wants is a quick drink and then be gone back to his wife.
They order a round of beer and when they're halfway done Anton pops in and heads straight to the bar. He waves to both of them while ordering something and when he comes to the table he is juggling two shots of tequila and a beer. Anton drinks Corona's because he is young and stupid and trashy like that. Chris is sure at some point he's said that out loud.
"Don't think I forgot." He says placing both shots in front of Chris. "We're even now."
John rolls his eyes. "I don't even want to know."
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There's soft rock filling the room and Anton is mumbling along to it. He's lost in his own world, beer in hand.
Chris talks with John about filming and set gossip he heard from the make-up girls when Karl walks in. He takes his coat as he's making his way through the place and places it on an empty spot next to John.
"We're doing shots, nice." He says while looking at the empty shot glasses in front of Chris.
Chris smiles because he knows Karl is the kind of guy that will never say no to a shot. Karl is also the kid of guy who will want to stay until the bartender yells last call and then suggests going over to his place for another round of beer.
They order another beer for John before he can say he's leaving. Karl waves it in front of John. "You can't say no." And when John finally takes it he high fives Chris.
Anton gets up and flirts with a couple of girls on his way to the bar. It's understandable, the kid is young and at the age where it's completely OK to flirt with anything that moves in front of him. They all watch and make up dialogue to go along with the visuals.
He had friends before Trek, but drinking was never like this. Bars were never this fun.
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Zach finally arrives by the time John has to leave. It's understandable, he has to deal with the hair and groom his eyebrows and the glue with the ears and be a total prima donna. He shows up sharply dressed and Chris feels kinda stupid for wearing the same clothes he woke up in. Not that it matters, it's not the sort of thing guys notice.
He sits next to Chris and takes a sip from his beer without asking. He doesn't mind. Zach will grab french fries from Chris' lunch or Chris will take half of Zach's bagel when he comes to set late. It's the rhythm they've gotten used to. Besides, it's Karl's beer that they're drinking.
"You have glue all over your ear."
Zach rubs his hand over his ear. "I'm getting worse at spotting it. I thought I'd gotten rid of it all."
"Don't worry, you still look like great." He says while removing Zach's hand from his ear. "Now go get us some drinks before Karl comes back wondering why there's no beer."
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He puts his finger inside Zach's candy colored drink and then sucks it. It tastes so sweet he can almost feel his teeth hurt. "What kind of drink is that?" He almost says it with disgust, because alcohol should not taste that sweet.
"The kind that belongs in my mouth." He says before taking a long sip.
Chris wonders if Zach's mouth tastes the same as the drink. One lick of his tongue would probably be enough to send him to the dentist.
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Karl takes out a cigarette and places it between his lips. He flicks his lighter and inhales as the cigarette gets lit. Before he can exhale Anton shows up at the table and grabs the cigarette. He plops it into his mouth and inhales, smiles, and exhales. "Thanks." He says as he sits on the chair next to him.
Zach smirks and before Chris can ask anything he's already saying it. "Kid's so obsessed with Karl." Chris nods in agreement.
"They should just get to it."
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The bartender yells last call and Chris knows it's time to stop drinking. Not because they have to leave but because he can't really see straight and those last Jager shots hit him harder than he expected. They get up and head outside.
Zach agrees to drive him home and Anton says he'll get a ride with Karl. Whatever that means.
Zach is still talking about Anton and Karl. Or at least Chris thinks he is. He could be talking about bunnies or computers or strawberry daiquiris and it would all sound the same. He's just that drunk.
"You and me, I think we should do it too." He blurbs out and when he looks at Zach's face he knows he has no idea what they were talking about.
They stop at the red light and Zach smiles and gives him the look that he knows it's a joke.
But he's not joking. Not completely. "Granted I've never done it before, you know? With a guy. So I would have nothing to bring to the table." He shifts his body so he is facing Zach.
"You're being serious?"
He's still staring. Hard. The light changes to green but the car doesn't move. Zach stares back and they sit looking at each other for a moment. It's the kind of moment people have before they throw themselves at each other and fall in love for eternity. None of them break eye contact and when the moment starts to get a little too long Chris starts laughing hysterically.
Zach punches him. "Stop being moronic."
"You should've seen your face."
The car moves again and they move on to talking about something else.
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"I wasn't really kidding." He says once they're outside his place. "If you wanted to, we could."
He isn't sure if Zach knows what he's talking about. He also doesn't really care. "And don't think I'm only saying this cause I'm drunk." Which he is. Very much so. "When you want to you can tell me, and I'll say yes. I don't have to be drunk."
Zach rubs his forehead with the back of his hand and looks at Chris. He knows he's being serious.
"You don't even have to say much. Just say 'lets do that thing you wanted to do when you were drunk' and we'll do it." He leans in and licks the corner of Zach's mouth. "Even if I'm sober, part of me will always want it."
He opens the door and gets out of the car. Without looking back he walks toward the front door of his place. He swirls his tongue all over his mouth and smirks.
Zach's mouth definitely tasted like candy.
I failed miserably at delivering.
No idea where Karl/Anton came from. kinda want to write more though?
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also. i'm in need of a beta.
my stories aren't too long and i need someone to tell me when things suck and where tweaking could be done. comment (or message me) if this sounds like something you would like to do.
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Half open smile, whole truth
by, me
1,300 ish words
There's a bar a couple of blocks away from set where the cast usually meets on Friday nights.
Anton and Chris had stumbled on it when they were looking for strip clubs. It was the name that had catched their eye. Red Room. Anton said something about Matisse and Chris hit the back of his head. He seriously doubted strippers wanted to discuss art while bending over and collecting singles.
Much to their disappointment the place turned out to be a bar. Bright red walls with maroon booths adorned with golden accents placed right against them. DJ station at the back of the place, and a velvet curtain with a bathroom sign haphazardly placed on top of it. There was also a pool table and darts. It was perfect.
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By the time Chris walks in John is already there, looking at his phone. He's probably looking at the time. John always arrives first. All he really wants is a quick drink and then be gone back to his wife.
They order a round of beer and when they're halfway done Anton pops in and heads straight to the bar. He waves to both of them while ordering something and when he comes to the table he is juggling two shots of tequila and a beer. Anton drinks Corona's because he is young and stupid and trashy like that. Chris is sure at some point he's said that out loud.
"Don't think I forgot." He says placing both shots in front of Chris. "We're even now."
John rolls his eyes. "I don't even want to know."
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There's soft rock filling the room and Anton is mumbling along to it. He's lost in his own world, beer in hand.
Chris talks with John about filming and set gossip he heard from the make-up girls when Karl walks in. He takes his coat as he's making his way through the place and places it on an empty spot next to John.
"We're doing shots, nice." He says while looking at the empty shot glasses in front of Chris.
Chris smiles because he knows Karl is the kind of guy that will never say no to a shot. Karl is also the kid of guy who will want to stay until the bartender yells last call and then suggests going over to his place for another round of beer.
They order another beer for John before he can say he's leaving. Karl waves it in front of John. "You can't say no." And when John finally takes it he high fives Chris.
Anton gets up and flirts with a couple of girls on his way to the bar. It's understandable, the kid is young and at the age where it's completely OK to flirt with anything that moves in front of him. They all watch and make up dialogue to go along with the visuals.
He had friends before Trek, but drinking was never like this. Bars were never this fun.
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Zach finally arrives by the time John has to leave. It's understandable, he has to deal with the hair and groom his eyebrows and the glue with the ears and be a total prima donna. He shows up sharply dressed and Chris feels kinda stupid for wearing the same clothes he woke up in. Not that it matters, it's not the sort of thing guys notice.
He sits next to Chris and takes a sip from his beer without asking. He doesn't mind. Zach will grab french fries from Chris' lunch or Chris will take half of Zach's bagel when he comes to set late. It's the rhythm they've gotten used to. Besides, it's Karl's beer that they're drinking.
"You have glue all over your ear."
Zach rubs his hand over his ear. "I'm getting worse at spotting it. I thought I'd gotten rid of it all."
"Don't worry, you still look like great." He says while removing Zach's hand from his ear. "Now go get us some drinks before Karl comes back wondering why there's no beer."
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He puts his finger inside Zach's candy colored drink and then sucks it. It tastes so sweet he can almost feel his teeth hurt. "What kind of drink is that?" He almost says it with disgust, because alcohol should not taste that sweet.
"The kind that belongs in my mouth." He says before taking a long sip.
Chris wonders if Zach's mouth tastes the same as the drink. One lick of his tongue would probably be enough to send him to the dentist.
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Karl takes out a cigarette and places it between his lips. He flicks his lighter and inhales as the cigarette gets lit. Before he can exhale Anton shows up at the table and grabs the cigarette. He plops it into his mouth and inhales, smiles, and exhales. "Thanks." He says as he sits on the chair next to him.
Zach smirks and before Chris can ask anything he's already saying it. "Kid's so obsessed with Karl." Chris nods in agreement.
"They should just get to it."
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The bartender yells last call and Chris knows it's time to stop drinking. Not because they have to leave but because he can't really see straight and those last Jager shots hit him harder than he expected. They get up and head outside.
Zach agrees to drive him home and Anton says he'll get a ride with Karl. Whatever that means.
Zach is still talking about Anton and Karl. Or at least Chris thinks he is. He could be talking about bunnies or computers or strawberry daiquiris and it would all sound the same. He's just that drunk.
"You and me, I think we should do it too." He blurbs out and when he looks at Zach's face he knows he has no idea what they were talking about.
They stop at the red light and Zach smiles and gives him the look that he knows it's a joke.
But he's not joking. Not completely. "Granted I've never done it before, you know? With a guy. So I would have nothing to bring to the table." He shifts his body so he is facing Zach.
"You're being serious?"
He's still staring. Hard. The light changes to green but the car doesn't move. Zach stares back and they sit looking at each other for a moment. It's the kind of moment people have before they throw themselves at each other and fall in love for eternity. None of them break eye contact and when the moment starts to get a little too long Chris starts laughing hysterically.
Zach punches him. "Stop being moronic."
"You should've seen your face."
The car moves again and they move on to talking about something else.
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"I wasn't really kidding." He says once they're outside his place. "If you wanted to, we could."
He isn't sure if Zach knows what he's talking about. He also doesn't really care. "And don't think I'm only saying this cause I'm drunk." Which he is. Very much so. "When you want to you can tell me, and I'll say yes. I don't have to be drunk."
Zach rubs his forehead with the back of his hand and looks at Chris. He knows he's being serious.
"You don't even have to say much. Just say 'lets do that thing you wanted to do when you were drunk' and we'll do it." He leans in and licks the corner of Zach's mouth. "Even if I'm sober, part of me will always want it."
He opens the door and gets out of the car. Without looking back he walks toward the front door of his place. He swirls his tongue all over his mouth and smirks.
Zach's mouth definitely tasted like candy.