Saren and Anderson were in a love-hate relationship, and to an extreme that cannot be imagined, they would regularly get in fights, and have make-up sex, wake up, do their separate missions that would take between hours and weeks, and when they were together they would get in a fight and have sex, and the cycle continued. But something was amiss lately, Saren would arrive back and not be in his mood, and the same would happen with Anderson, the fire was starting to flicker and die. This was exactly why Anderson told Saren to meet him here, at this busy, public bar, so they could talk with the pressure of not getting in a fight riding heavy on their backs. Anderson arrived at the bar about ten minutes early to his 'arrangement', Saren arrived thirty minutes early. Anderson saw him at the back of the bar, so they could hear each other without public distraction. He could see Saren was sweaty, toasty, and completely pissed off at just one human in particular, and he was walking straight towards him.
"You're early." Saren slightly staggered in his pronunciation of his words, suddenly, Anderson had to try to come up with a plan to talk to Saren about what was going on, without a public display of anger. This was not going to be easy.
"Is there a reason you're drinking right now?" Anderson was trying to be careful with his words. "Yeah, you, you are the reason I'm drunk, happy?!" Saren spat a little, showing fatigue and frustration, there was no way this conversation was going to get far, it was over, and both should just go home and talk in the morning.
"I'll see you later, Saren." "What a God-damn second Anderson, now you told me you wanted to talk, so let's talk, now." Saren said it loud enough to seem like a shout to Anderson, and a whisper to the other patrons. Anderson was trapped.
"Okay, fine, let us talk; let's talk about what has been going on between you and me, huh? What is up with that problem, Saren?" Saren replies a second later "Is there a problem, or are you just making more excuses for why you don't love me anymore, blaming me for something your too stupid and childish to comprehend"
"Like you even know what you are talking about, the only reason I am here is too..." Saren cut him off "To break up with me, right?" No emotion was seen between them, only a sigh came from Anderson before he replied.
"Fine, we're done here, good night." Anderson was bout to get up, but Saren was too quick, and blocked him. "If we really are through, then fucking say it, say it and I will let you be free, so you can just be the fucking best you can be with you other boyfriend." Anderson was surprised, but was able to contain himself. He was curious as to how Saren came to that conclusion, so he let Saren continue, uninterrupted. "I was seeing were you would go after our little 'fights' and I say you start going to clubs, and following others home, and I noticed that there was always one guy that was the same, you two hooking up or some shit!" Anderson did do that, the club part that is, the person that was always came out of the club with him was his the owner of the club, and an informant. Almost every night, for a few weeks, Anderson would for information about the local gangs' leaders, but he was not his lover. For once, Saren made a choice based on repulse, a mistake on his part. But Anderson loved Saren too much to say that, instead...
"Your right, I was cheating on you, but because I thought you were cheating on me, and I came here to talk to you about..." "Shut up, you did not think that, you lying sack of crap, shut the fuck up!" Saren was almost wasted at this point, the alcohol setting in, and rage building. "I am sorry Saren; I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Hurt Me, Ha! That's cute that you think you mean something to me you SACK OF CRAP!! I hate you!" Saren was starting to make the nearby patrons nervous, and walk away. "Would you calm down, you're scaring the other patrons..." "I don't care, don't care about anything anymore." Saren drank the last of the bottle in his hand, now empty, unlike his intoxicated liver.
"I am not breaking up with you, now get up, we're leaving." Anderson grabbed Saren's arm, Saren pulled away and clawed his face in one full move. "You hit me!"
"Yeah, so...?" Everyone in the bar was staring at the two of them, Anderson turned and walked away, Saren turned his back, and Anderson talked Saren to the ground with all his weight lunging forward at him, Saren fell flat on his face. Blood of blue and red, from Saren and Anderson, were splattered on each of their faces. Now the REAL fight was about to begin.
