The main attraction in the gay nightlife of Toronto was the club The Basement. From the outside, it looked nothing more than decadent and like a place where no one would ever step foot inside. However, Brian knew that first impressions were never the best ones.
When he had first met Justin, he thought that he looked beautiful and nice, which was far from the truth.
The same was for this club. He had been hanging out there for the last three years and the men inside easily made up for the threadbare look of the outside.
Making his way through the crowd, Brian went straight to the bar where the well-known bartender smiled at him. "Hey Brian! You're finally back!"
"Tom." He greeted the barman. "I was busy with that stupid show." He asked for a beer and glanced towards the dance floor.
"So, are George and Timothy going to stay together forever?"
The actor shrugged and took a sip from his beer. "Anyone interesting around here?"
Tom shook his head. "Just Justin but…" he trailed off when Brian scowled at him.
"What? Don't tell me that you're one of those pathetic losers that think that I'm fucking him for real?"
The bartender opened his mouth as to speak but was cut off. "I can assure you, Tom, that me and dear old B, are not an item and if we were" Justin looked straight into Brian's eyes before continuing, "I'd be the one doing the fucking."
"Dream on, Blondie" Brian paid for his beer and walked to the dance floor.
"Are you two ever going to act civil with each other?" Tom asked smirking, now used to their banter after three years.
Justin shrugged. "What can I say? It's funny tormenting the man."
The bartender placed a beer in front of him and smiled. "So you're really going away for good?"
"Yeah. Back home. To glorious Pittsburgh."
"If you don't like it there, then why going back? There's LA and New York and…"
"It's home" he said with a smile and for the first time in a long long time, Tom saw the young man that had gone there following his passion for the acting. "It's going to be good to just go there and be my usual self."
"You mean the non-asshole one?"
Justin laughed and nodded. "Something like that. So, do you want me to wait around for you to get off work? One last dance?"
Tom nodded. "That would be great."
The young actor quickly finished his beer and took off to the dance floor where he was going to lose himself in his favorite activity other than acting. Dancing until he could feel his head spinning and the breath catching in his throat.
It didn't take long before he felt the first pair of arms sneaking around his waist and he smirked and relaxed his back into the chest behind him grinding his ass into the stranger's crotch. Then he realized that there wasn't a lot to rub against so he quickly lost interest and danced away.
After several songs, he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around smiling thinking that it was Tom, but found himself looking at the man that was his nemesis and the smile quickly disappeared from his face.
"What do you want?"
"Why didn't you tell me that you were quitting?" Brian inquired still somewhat annoyed that he cared so much about the blond's departure.
Justin shrugged. "Why should have I told you?"
"Because you're gonna leave me with some new obnoxious blond."
"You've survived with me, you're gonna do just well with the new one." He made a move to turn around but Brian tightened his hold on his shoulder stopping him. "Is there anything else, B?"
"What are you gonna do now?"
Justin frowned not sure if Brian's concern could be sincere. "What do you care?"
Brian dropped his hand and shrugged. "I was just asking."
"I'm just going back home."
Suddenly, Brian realized that he didn't even know where home was for the other actor and felt once again foolish for hating a man that he barely knew and that just for the sake of their job, hadn't accepted to fuck with him.
"So you can take a breath of relief, B." Justin took a step away from Brian widening the gap between them. "Because with any luck, we won't see each other ever again. Wouldn't it be awesome?" And the last question dripped with sarcasm. Something that didn't go unnoticed to Brian who raised an eyebrow studying attentively the face of the man in front of him.
"Saying it like that, you can almost make me believe that you would care."
Justin shook his head. "Don't flatter yourself, B. Next time I see your face, it would be too soon." He quickly turned his back to his now-ex-costar and disappeared through the sea of dancing men.
He pushed his way through the crowd and quickly went to the exit. He told Javier, the bouncer, to tell Tom that he had to go and that maybe some time he would come to visit him. He went outside and then stopped a cub and left. He couldn't wait to get to the flight and go home and forget that he had ever known the arrogant actor.