Spoot: lets just get on with this, cus it's like, 3 AM, and I'm stuck watching infomercials! lol

Hit Me P.3

Duo looked over at Quatre. He looked about ready to pass out. Leaning on the bar, and clutching his abdomen. Duo had been persuaded to stay, and have a few beers at this nice little hole in the wall. and, after much begging, done by a drunken Quatre...he agreed. "You gunna be ok?" Asked Duo. Quatre nodded.

Duo held Quatre's head up, making sure he did not drown in his own vomit, and toilet water. Quatre heaved, and puked again. he kinda whimpered. Duo cringed. He thought back to when he had first gotten REAL drunk. he woke up with vomit in his hair, in the back of someones car. But, this was the FIRST time, for Quatre. the poor guy had something going on, and it seemed to be getting a tad bit out of hand. Quatre could not deal with what ever was going on, he just couldn't.

Quatre sat up, and wiped his hair back. All the goop that was making it stick up, now had it laying down. Duo smiled when the little drunkard looked his way. his eyes were sleepy, drooping and finding themselves unable to stay open for to long. "you ok?" Quatre nodded. "You ever gunna drink again?" Duo asked, and to his surprize, Quatre nodded. "I need...JU*HIC*ST...one more...*HIC*..." Duo chuckled. "You like it, don't you." Quatre nodded slowly. his stomach was now void of extra alcohol, and he was ready for a few more, manly because Duo was here. DUO! WAS! HERE! Holding his head! having a DRINK With him! Was this real, or an alcohol induced hallucination?

He swiped a hand, lazily, across Duo's face. "Oh...Ok...ok, calm down." Duo said, grabbing Quatre's hand. He looked down, DUO! He was holding hands with DUO! Quatre looked up at the other man. "Mmm...you wanna 'nother one?" he asked.

"I have a feeling, that's gunna be a no." said Duo.

"No fair...Pl*HIC*EASE!" Quatre said.

"Look at you, here you are, on a bathroom floor...in a dirty little bar...look at yourself Cat!" Duo said, pulling Quatre to his drunk feet. He held his arms out, as the blond was a bit unstable. "I know...*HIC* and you're right...Mmmm...Look at me!" Duo nodded. "No! LOOK AT ME!" Duo looked on at the Blond. "Lo*HIC*ok at me Duo, look. I mean, you never *HIC* Do!"

Duo grabbed Quatre's hand and guided him from the bathroom. they found their way back into the crowd. "Lets get outta here, ok Quatre." the Said Blond pulled away from The other boy. "LOOK AT ME!" He snapped. Duo stopped walking and turned and looked at his friend. Quatre grabbed Duo's head, and shoved his toung in his mouth.

Quatre was standing, propped up against a wall, vomiting in the ally way. Duo was standing a foot away, holding the others jacket and keys. "It's not fair..." Said Quatre, as he wiped his mouth. "I'm just glad you didn't do that in my mouth." Said Duo. Quatre looked over at him, with shame all over his face. Duo just laughed. "Dont worry about it! I had a feeling that's what all this was about."

"You?" Asked Quatre. "You think this is about you?!"

"Is it not?" Asked Duo.

"NO!" Quatre pushed himself off the wall.

"Well, then why did you kiss me?"

"I had to see."

"Ok, and why did you tell the guys in there I was hot?"

"Well, you are."

"Ah...That's true."

Quatre gave Duo a smile. "So...What is this all about then?" Quatre just shrugged. "Cat..." Duo urged. "Can we just go, you are driving right...I think there's something wrong with me." Duo chuckled. "Yeah, I got ya. Lucky you brought the car."

"What about your truck?" Duo Shrugged, as he helped Quatre walk from the ally way. "I'll pick it up in the morning. Lets just get you home."

Duo glanced over at Quatre. He was leaning his head on the window, his eyes closed. Duo looked back at the road. he had a few, but he was doing better on the road than Quatre would have. His car was a trip. as soon as he started, the radio blared metal. Making both boys jump. Thats when Quatre punched the radio, and it had stopped. Duo had to laugh. This was Quatre's car. A window into the man who was Quatre Rebarber Winner. It was a mess. What with fast food wrappers and cups, all over the place. a few articles of clothing, and assorted trinkets. and the little Blond listened to loud head banging metal music. Had he always listened to that music was the real question, and that was a yes. there were over 40 or so CD'S in his car, all Metal. and some of the disks were worn and scratched.

He had some huwiian neck trinkets on the rearview mirror, along with a weird-looking dog collar, full of spikes. that was old, not new. Quatre was kinda a freak, And Duo had just found that out. He would have never guessed it. as reserved and sweet as Quatre was. Sitting quiet with Tea, and a book. Duo would have never guessed Quatre was a head banging leather wearing bad boy. HA! Quatre, a bad boy!

Duo glanced back at the other man, when he moved in his seat. Quatre was reaching over to the radio. he turned a diel, and no music came out...so, Quatre punched the radio again, and whattaya know, MUSIC! LOUD music. Quatre turned it down, to a les ear shattering volume, and glanced at Duo. "Eyes on the road." He said softly. Duo smiled, and faced forward once more. "I would have never guessed you were the way you are." he said.

"I'm not one dimensional Duo." said the other man. "I am more than what people see."

"So, why hide who you really are?" Asked Duo.

"You wouldn't understand..."

"Try me."

Quatre rested his head on the window again. "you know, I can't just be who I want to be. I am the face of a company, a world-wide company. I am the poster child for passavisim." Quatre looked over at Duo. "You know what? I hate being so nice all the time! I get sick of it! But I can't just...I dunno..." He leaned back on the cool window. "I hafta be everything, to every one..."

Duo frowned. How sad. Duo had no idea what kinda pressure the other was really under. but it had him drinking himself stupid at some bicker bar. must be a bit to much. he was right, he wasnt one dimensional, there was more to this than just a Crush on some guy. now, it was way more than that...

A Sob.

"I mean, I have no life of my own! I can't have a FUCKING LIFE! I can't be who I wanna be, love who I wanna love! act how I wanna act! do you know, that if this gets out, that I was at a bicker bar, under the influence, I'm doomed! Did you know that! It's like...It's like...I cant be me! I'm stuck! I have NEVER, in my life, had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend...I've never even kissed a man! 'till tonight that is."

"What about that one girl, you brought home the other day."

"I do that all the time! I just never let anyone see it! I'm at the point, of not caring Duo! I DONT CARE!" he was sobbing hard. Duo took this as a cue to pull over, so he did. He let the other man cry, and cry hard. he just sat there, and listened to the other man, spill his life, on the dashboard, as if it were a confessional. Duo almost laughed at that.

"GOD! could you imagine the hype if the knew that daddy's little brat was bringing home hookers!" Quatre shouted at the dashboard. "You really do that?!" Duo snapped. "Oh, please!" Quatre wiped his nose with a sniff, then looked at his messed sleeve. "like you didn't know Candy was a hooker. Shes one of my favorites. She's good, ya know. And cheap! because I'm a regular." Duo looked shocked. he never thought he would hear that come from Quatre. But, Every man has needs. EVERY man. at least Quatre was doing it, the some-what right way. at least he wasnt running around raping and killing people for it.

"Why can't you have a normal relationship?" Duo asked.

"I'M GAY!" Quatre shouted with a hard sob. "I'm gay..." He said again, softly, with a whimper.

"But, the girls..." Duo started.

"Oh, I gatta do something..have you ever seen a male hooker! HAVE YOU?" Duo looked ashamed of himself, but, he had to, Quatre was sharing.

"I was one." He said.

Quatre looked over at him. his face red and wet. "No way..."

Duo nodded. "Oh yeah, back in the day. When I was on the streets, I had to do something to live..."

Quatre let out a small chuckle. "Where were you when I needed it."

"I was a child..." Duo said softly.

"My...god..." Quatre said with a gasp. "you were!"

Duo nodded. "Yeah, this was a long time ago..."

Quatre had much more to ask, but he didn't want to pry into any more of Duo's thoughts, he didn't want to bring things up for his friend. and by the look on his face, he had a feeling Duo didn't want to talk about it any more. "Lets go get some tacos..." Quatre said. Duo looked over at him, and smiled. "Sounds like a good idea, but..." He looked around the car. "I was gunna say, nevermind the mess though...if you puke in the car..." Quatre tapped Duo on the arm, then pointed in the back seat.

Duo looked, and on the floor board, was a pile of dried, crusted, molding, fossilized vomit. Duo looked green. "I was wondering what that smell was..."

Spoot: UGH! GOOD NIGHT!

Duo: Will there be more?

Spoot: not tonight!