Okay, so I finally decided to make next chapter. It was really tough because I got writer's block right after I finished the first chapter. And this one is short. All mistakes are mine own.
This will be a slash and I'm going to increase the rating so I don't get in trouble. Thanks for read…
It took Alan a moment to step into the room after Palmer. The pain in his stomach had him worried. Something wasn't right about the situation. He reached into his pocket, his fingers tracing the bottoms on his phone.
"Alan?"
Palmer called innocently.
Alan left the phone alone had walked into his family room. The room was a good size that fit his neat furniture and bookcases without feeling stuffy. At least that had been what he thought of the room before now. Palmer was standing by the bookcases, pouring some the liquor that Alan had tucked away for after work.
"I have a proposal."
"I don't want to hear it. I want you OUT of my family room, MY house, and my life!"
He stormed closer, his anger take control over his mind for a moment. His body wanted to push and shove this man out of his home before anything went further than it already had.
Palmer just stared at Alan. He smiled.
"No."
Alan was shocked. He was almost screaming at this man and he refused to leave?
"Listen…Alan."
The tone was low, aggressive and harsh. Palmer's blue eyes were darkened and piercing at Alan's. He took two steps forward, Alan retreated two steps away.
"I saved you from Jail. I saved your job just the same, and your relationships from today. I saved those too, who would come see you in a Utah jail? Honestly?"
Alan throat constricted. That couldn't be true, everything would have been fine. Right?
"You didn't save anything-"
"Don't lie to me Alan. I saved everything!"
Something switched in Alan.
"Fine you saved both our careers. Thank you, now leave."
"Not Denny's."
Palmer glided over to Alan, handing him a glass half full of scotch.
"This obviously we are talking about a different trail here, because we were both on trail that day…"
"Denny already repaid his debt to me."
Alan watched the invader sit onto his over stuffed sofa. His protective streak of Denny flared.
"What did you do?"
He growled back. That smirk came back across Palmer's lips as he took a large sip of his drink.
"Now that is the Alan I wanted to see."
"Enough! Palmer, I'm tried of your games. What the hell do you want?"
They sat there in a silence for a few minutes. Neither of them moved until…
"You."
He spoke in a whisper. Quiet to anyone outside of the small space between them. His stomach dropped.
"What?"
"Comm' on Alan, this is simple. Your debt will be paid in full if I get you."
He accented the last word with his finger pointing straight to the other lawyer. His eyes stared into to Palmer's look for a deception but there was none. He looked to his glass, still the same amount his had been handed. How much had he had to drink today? Not much but certain more than normal. He would admit that but to be hearing things this outrageous in his state was unlikely. He swallowed the liquid. The taste burned his throat as it traveled down but he welcomed it. He looked back to the man on his sofa. He was still there. Still smile that grin. Alan swore to God himself that he would welcome any chance to wipe this grin away with any weapon he could get to first. It took him a moment to realize something was right, he looked down to his drink again. Since when was scotch mixed with salt on the rim. His finger brushed the few flake away but his hand was functioning right. He would aim for the rim but he could never touch it.
"What did you do?"
The other man stood. He grabbed the glass that was about to slip from Alan's fingers.
"Now, now. This is gonna be fun. Buddy. You just relax and stay with me for a little bit here."
Alan watched the room slowly start to spin.
"Alan, listen. I'm gonna make tonight good for you. So very good."
With a firm back against his back he gently lead Alan down the hall. His other hand gripped too tightly onto Alan's wrist when he started to sway into the wall.
"Mervin…."
He slurred a bit.
"Sto-"
"Shuussh… you don't want to go saying anything you might regret."
Palmer opened the door to the master bedroom. Alan felt like his was two people: one who know very well what was going on and wanted to reach for cell phone and the other was a drunken fool who could move his limbs without assistance. Palmer didn't turn on the lights. Something was Alan was grateful, he didn't want to be seeing the event happening around him replay in his mind like past pleasant memories of the evening. All that he started to hope for was to black out from all his drinking. If only wishes were reality.