Author: Skytate18

Title: A Violent Tango

Summary: Bridge is an aspiring musician struggling to make ends meet. He turns to alcohol to solve all his problems and selling illegal substances to make enough money to get by. Sky is the complete opposite. He's an assassin who gets paid for killing unworthy people, and has earned wealth and money from his job. Everything changes when Sky meets Bridge, and Bridge becomes the only thing between Sky and his job.

Chapter Fourteen

Bridge stared at the floor, baffled and confused. "I thought you were Sky Tate," He said in a low, raspy voice as Sky sighed and gazed at the floor tiles.

He counted the tiles, one, two, three, four, five, until Bridge snapped two fingers in front of his face. He raised his head and stared glumly at Bridge, who was staring glumly back. "I am Sky Tate," He finally responded, letting the awkward air in between the two decrease a little.

"Then, who's Carl Faller?" Bridge questioned, punching his fist on the counter lightly. "I'm confused," Bridge piped up after Sky refused to say anything, and remained quiet.

"Me," Sky flinched.

"Then why did you tell me your name was Sky Tate?"

"That's my birth name," Sky groaned, sliding down to the floor and crossing his legs. "Carl is a fake name, I changed my name after Cruger ... " He winced and gulped, avoiding the last word like mold.

"You changed your name?" Everything in Bridge's mind clicked now. Sky had changed his name so his father couldn't find him. "Did you change...anything else?"

Sky grinned. "I was born in North Carolina to a widow. My father died in a car accident two months before I was born, and I was raised in a farm where I helped my mom in her horse training business. I moved to L.A to pursue my music career only to move back to North Carolina when producers refused to sign me,"

Bridge gnawed on the insides of his mouth. "That's a nice...story," He finally said, unzipping and zipping his sweater nervously.

"Hey, don't tell Mike, okay? I don't feel like changing all over again," Sky chuckled softly, clutching his carry-on bag against his chest. "I'm going to go find out when the next plane leaves,"

"Yeah, and I should clean up, my boss is going to be here any minute," Bridge scratched his head; a bit upset and relieved that Sky was leaving.

"If my plane leaves in like...a couple of hours, you want to go get coffee or something?" Sky bit his lip, anxiously awaiting an answer. He didn't have a clue to why he wanted to spend time with Bridge, nor did he know why he felt so secure and comfortable around the man.

He was supposed to hate him, right? The man had practically ruined his life, he was the reason his boss was dead and the reason his carrier was in the toilet. He should want the man dead, yet, he wanted to get coffee with him.

"Coffee sounds nice, I'm going to need some after only getting an hour of sleep last night," Bridge grunted, a craving for coffee suddenly awakening him. "Go find out your plane information, and meet me back here, my shift ends in a couple of minutes anyways,"

Sky left and returned minutes later, his carry-on luggage still tucked under his arm. "They screamed at me for not boarding the plane when I had a chance," He frantically spat, slicking his hair back.

"What did you tell them?" Bridge asked, curiously.

"The truth. I was food poisoned," Bridge gasped, which sent Sky into hysterics. "I didn't tell them who poisoned me though, but they believed me, my plane leaves in six hours so ...,"

"Let's go get coffee," Bridge jumped from his stool as a young man entered the shop. "Oh hey Boom, boss, Boom boss!" Bridge waved at the man who gazed at Sky suspiciously. "This is Sky," Sky cleared his throat and shook Boom's hand.

"Am I interrupting something?" Boom squirmed, placing his jacket on the counter.

"No," Bridge and Sky responded in unison.

"Why does it smell like Febreeze in here?" Boom asked, sniffing the air, his face scrunched up.

"Uh, Sky vomited," Bridge smiled, while Sky nudged him in the ribs.

Boom narrowed his eyebrows. "Whatever," He shrugged, and vanished into the backroom, coming out seconds later holding a blanket and a pillow. "What's this?" He shot, shaking both items. "What were you two doing back there?"

"Sky spent the night in there, he was really sick," Bridge bit his lip, mentally slapping himself for forgetting to clean the backroom.

Boom shook his head furiously. "Whatever," Then he disappeared into the backroom again.

"Great, now my boss thinks I was having sex," Bridge sighed, sweeping past Sky and leading him to the nearest coffee shop. "Why is it that when I tell the truth, no one believes me, but when I lie, everyone believes me?" Bridge cried. "Last week I lied to Boom about stealing a soda, and he believed me!"

Sky opened the door, allowing Bridge to step in before mimicking his actions. "Do I have to start calling you Carl?"

"No," Sky laughed, ordering two cups of coffee and leading Bridge to an empty booth.

There was scarcely anyone in the shop, the few busy-bodies scattered around in different booths all had their faces hidden behind newspapers or books.. It was pretty serene and silent, the sounds of chatting and shuffling of newspapers filling the air.

"So, who was that on the phone, a new boss?" Bridge poked his tongue into the steamy coffee, pulling it out instantly as the hotness came in contact with his tongue.

"More like..a friend," Sky sipped his coffee like it was nothing, like he was immune to the heat.

"A lady friend?" Bridge wiggled his eyebrows jokingly, taking his first sip of the coffee and burning his mouth.

"No," Sky shook his head. "More like a ... boyfriend,"

Bridge choked on the bit of coffee in his mouth, the coffee sending a burning sensation trickling down his throat. "A boyfriend?" Sky... gay?

"Why are you acting so surprised? I took a quiz one time to see how gay I was and I got a perfect gay score," Sky replied calmly, gulping down his coffee. "I thought everyone knew by now, people tell me I have a certain gay air about me,"

"I wouldn't necessarily call it...gay air," Bridge muttered, sipping on his coffee so it gave him a reason not to talk. Sky shrugged and finished his coffee, a wave of excitement thrilling his body. Coffee sure knew how to make Sky happy.

Bridge, not so much. He lingered and savored every mouthful of coffee, purposely, so the two men wouldn't have to converse. He let the awkward tension brew between the two, until his coffee was cold and there was none left.

"If I knew me being gay would make you uncomfortable, I wouldn't have even mentioned it," Sky sighed, rubbing his temples gently.

"I'm not uncomfortable," Bridge grimaced, longingly staring at his empty cup of coffee, hoping it would refill magically and save him from the conversation.

"Whatever, let's just change the conversation," Sky mumbled. "So, what's new with you?"

Bridge cocked an eyebrow. "Well, I got a new job, I quit being a drug dealer, what else? Oh, I found out Boom's a homophobe, um,"

"I don't think Boom is the only one with homophobe problems," Sky blinked seriously.

"I thought we were changing the subject," Bridge groaned, flicking a straw at Sky, who flicked it back.

"Whatever" Sky rolled his pale green eyes and stared at the table. "So, did you replace your drug dealing days with a new ladyfriend?"

"More like porn and my new job, oh and my Mom's chocolate chip cookies!" Bridge gushed, his taste buds going crazy at the thought of the freshly baked sweet.

"Wow..." Sky said in shock. "So, you don't have a special lady in your life?"

Bridge pondered on the question. He knew it would come sooner or later, and he knew he had to tell Sky the truth. Sky had trusted him with his secret, and he should do the same. "I would, but there's just one problem,"

Sky locked eyes with Bridge, his eyebrows arching. "Which would be...?"

"I think I'm gay,"