Listen to Your Heart (Cyndi Lauper)
Stuart led the man he had pulled...he thinks his name was Vicktor...out of the bar and onto the street, dropping his hand once they were outside.
"I can't believe I'm leaving with STUART ALAN JONES ! You're a LEGEND mate."
Vicktor was getting on Stuart's nerves, constantly talking but he had seen Vicktor's bulge and jumped him before anyone else could.
Maybe he'll gag Vicktor, get a little quiet. Besides, a little slave/master play always was fun.
Stuart was musing over this and didn't notice Vicktor was behind him and had stopped talking.
Stuart turned to look for him.
"Bloody Hell."
Vicktor was standing stock-still,about ten feet back watching a lone figure across the street from him.
"OH HELL." he stalked back to Vicktor and tugged on his jeans "You going to stand there all day or shag?"
"Oho sorry, it's just, this guy..he looks so sad." Vicktor pointed.
Stuart followed his finger and frowned when he realized the lone figure was Vince standing there, watching him,head low.
Stuart had made the "pulling" signal, and Vince had acknowledged, so why was he still there?
The rain was falling harder now, cold, big fat drops yet Vince did not show a sign he noticed.
Stuart straightened his collar, flinching as a cold-as-ice drop went down his shirt. "I'll be right back." he muttered to Vicktor and crossed the street over to Vince,head ducked to stay as dry as possible.
"Ay what's going on?"
"I just came to tell you I'm leaving."
'Yes well, see you tomorrow then."
Stuart turned to go but Vince said, so softly Stuart almost didn't hear:"No, you won't."
'What's that?"
"No, you won't see me the day after that or any day after."
Stuart was skeptical. Vince,leaving? After following him along like a lost dog, he was gone, just like that, no warning?
Stuart scoffed "No you're not. It's not like you,pick up and leave, no prior notice. You can't, you're too..." he waved his hands "...Vince"
"Maybe I've been planning for months now."
Stuart narrowed his eyes "You haven't."
"I have."
Stuart hugged himself to hold back from hitting Vince for acting like a twat. "And where will you go?"
Vince now looked up to meet Stuart's eyes and smirked "As if I'm telling you. "
They stared at each other,Vince unblinking.
Eventually, Stuart said "You're really going." It was more of a statement than a question yet Vince nodded.
"Well, whatever, FUCK off. Go on, I have more important things to do."
Stuart turned sharply on his heel and fairly stomped back to his date,grabbing Vicktor by the elbow and literally dragging him to Stuart's jeep. "We're going."
Vicktor let himself be drag but he craned his neck to look to Stuart, then Vince,and back. "What was that about?"
"Dunno, just another Canal Street loser I suppose. Let's get you inside and those clothes off."