Dominic woke up what felt like seconds later, his eyes opened to view a dingy bar, he saw Jules, looking a little younger, give him a drink and wink. He tried to open his mouth to say something, but his hand moved to take the glass instead. He couldn't control his body, and for a terrifying moment, he thought that someone else was in control of him. When the shot went down his throat though, he should have felt the burn. Instead, he felt nothing. It was more terrifying when he realized he was trapped. He focused on something else, trying to stop the fear from taking over. Hey, he knew this song. His parents listened to it all the time. Why was it playing here? He looked around, and knew this wasn't his time. The clothes were wrong, no one was texting, and the cars outside the window looked wrong.

The body he was in continued to order more drinks every twenty minutes or so, until a pale hand grabbed his wrist.

He followed the hand up to it's owner, and was shocked to see Eric's face. Not quite Eric's face though, the eyes were slightly narrower, and hair a little bit lighter and longer, but he was recognizable.

"Damian, what are you doing? I told you, this has to stop if you want to do anything." The blond turned to Jules, "Stop serving him if he comes in, and call me. I gave my number to you forever ago, I want you to use it."

Jules gave a wicked grin, "Sure thing Aaron."

"I love you man." Dominic heard the words slip out of his mouth, and he felt horror settle in his stomach.

"How much have you had to drink?" Eric/Aaron asked, looking at him with a mix of concern and disgust. "Damian we talked about this, you can't... Actually, it's no use talking to you like this, you wont remember in the morning. You're staying at my house tonight."

As Eric/Aaron dragged Dominic/Damian out to a car, Dominic saw every girl in the place shooting him jealous looks.

No matter how strange some things are, some things always stay the same, he thought.

Once they were both settled in the car, Aaron gave him a travel mug of coffee, and he again had the terrifying feeling of drinking something, but not taking it in.

"Look, I'm not going to start the car until I get this off my chest." Aaron said, turning to face Damian with a sigh, "I know that you have... Feelings for me. You know I don't return them, so why do you do this to yourself. You could be a great friend, and a great help. To be honest though, when you're like this, I hate you."

Aaron started to drive, Damian started to cry, and Dominic recoiled from both the words and the feelings.

"It's not that I don't think you're a great guy, but you have to choose to either be my friend, or the friend of the glass. I don't know what I could do without you, but like this, you're too much of a liability. With you rambling, someone could get the wrong idea about what we're doing, and I would hate that. But I've been doing this for five years, and I'm not sure if I can do it anymore."

"But I love you. I can't be without you." Dominic felt an unfamiliar tongue shape the words in his mouth, and he sounded like a kicked puppy.

"Right now you're useless." The words came out harsh.

Damian cried harder.

Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Not like that. You're drunk, you aren't thinking strait. We'll talk more in the morning, now quiet so I can drive."

When they got to an apartment building, and Aaron dragged Damian up some stairs and into a small and cluttered apartment. Feeling Aaron that close to him Dominic couldn't deny his heart speeding up. It only stopped when Aaron pushed him onto a couch. Without much of a second look, he muttered, "I'm making bacon tomorrow for this."

Dominic felt his eyes close and the world stop.