Yo yo yo! I'm back! To those of you who caught the two references in the last chapter, bless your soul
Enjoy!
Mulligan smirked. "Ooh, Jefferson," he said in a teasing tone. "Gettin' a lil' feisty, are we, hm?"
"Wh-What?!" Thomas responded, while a blush began to creep across his cheeks. "You, Hercules Mulligan, are insane."
"Dude, I'm just givin' ya shit. Calm down. He told us he would be at the bar...next to that office supply store, I think. Why?"
"Oh," Thomas had to come up with a lie quickly. "Washington wants us to get working on another case. No biggie, though." He then thanked Mulligan and dashed out of the office before he could say another word.
It's 5:00 in the afternoon… What could he possibly be doing at a bar?!
Thomas parked his car on the side of the road, knowing that the parking lot of the bar was very shady. He inhaled and exhaled, eventually gathering the courage to walk into the building and confront Alexander. Yes, he wanted him, and he wanted him badly, but he also knew that he had to take things slowly if he wanted this 'thing' they had to be real. Alexander was, of course, a stubborn, arrogant man…but that was only another reason why Thomas was attracted to him.
Surprisingly, the bar was not empty. It was actually quite full for a Wednesday afternoon. He spotted couples making out against walls and sitting on stools, along with a table of three old men, smoking and playing some type of card game, but Thomas only cared about Alex. Finally, he found him. He was sitting at the counter, talking seductively with another man… John Laurens.
Thomas decided to hold in his rage for now. Instead, he walked towards a pinball machine that was closer to them, so his back was facing the two. He knew it was rude of him to eavesdrop, but that's jealousy.
"Look, Alexander," John mumbled from behind, his words slurring. He was obviously wasted. "Jefferson doesn't deserve a man like you. You're brilliant, stunning, humorous, all that jazz. He's just a French dude who's obsessed with...France or whatever that place is called."
"B-But he's just so…" Alexander stuttered, his words also slurring. He, on the other hand, wasn't that drunk. He just seemed sad. "I dunno… He's different, I guess. Different than all the other people I've been with."
"You two aren't dating…"
Alex sighed in disappointment. "Well, goodbye sexual fantasies!" he said with a laugh, but then snapped back to reality and looked at his shoes from below his knees. "Seriously, though… I-I'm never gonna find someone like him, even though he can be a douche sometimes." Alexander turned to make eye contact with John. "Hey, do you know anyone who can be an angel yet a douche at the same time?"
Thomas waited for a response from John, but the two of them just stopped talking. In reaction, he turned to find Alexander and John, passionately kissing each other, but Alex pulled him back. "John, I'm sorry, but…I love Thomas…"
His response made Thomas look back at the pinball machine from facing Alex and John. He felt like his face was in an oven. His heart began to pound against his chest, such as a prisoner, trying to desperately escape.
"Aw, c'mon! Like I said, you guys aren't even dating!" John slowly glided his hands on the inside of Alex's thigh, causing the short man to yelp a little. "Plus…my apartment is just about a block or two away from here."
"John, stop… You're drunk."
"Pttf, me?"
"Yeah. You even smell like beer."
"Oh, hush, you fuckin' beast."
"That's it. I'm calling a cab for you to get home." Alexander pulled out his phone and dialed the cab company, but before he could even dial the area code, John took Alexander's phone and placed it on the table.
"I wanna hear you scream." he whispered into Alex's ear, but loud enough for Thomas to hear. He was now pulling his Alex's and leading him into the handicapped bathroom, not even noticing the back of Thomas's head.
"Shit…" Thomas mumbled under his breath, grabbing Alex's phone and shoving it in his front jean pocket, now running after the two. His heart was now pounding in worry, not happiness. Now in the narrow hallway where the bathrooms were, which was in another connected building, Thomas ran to the handicapped one and placed his ear against the door.
"J-John, I really don't feel comfortable doing-"
"Shut up. Do what I told you to do."
"Wh- John, no. You're drunk and you aren't yourself."
"Oh, am I really, though?"
Thomas couldn't take it any longer. He pounded his fist rapidly on the door. "Laurens, can I speak with you for a moment?" he said, doing his best Lafayette impression. "It's something with Peggy… We're going through a rough patch…"
"Oh. Um…" John hesitated. "Sure." He unlocked the door and opened it just a crack. "Is everyth-? Jefferson?! What the fuck?!"
"Yup." After his brief response, Thomas punched John in the face, just with enough force to knock him out cold. He then opened the door all the way to look in the bathroom, spotting Alex near the sink. The small man was leaning against the wall, shocked, but also relieved. Thomas smirked and said, "Hello, 'Significant Other.'"
I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER! School is terrible
~MJ
