A/N: Another hard day for the rock music community. RIP, Chester Bennington. Anyone who's struggling, please, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline, they are there to listen whenever needed 24/7/365. You're not alone. 1-800-273-8255
Text from: Heath
Hey, your boy really let Adam have it. Thought I'd have to call security for a minute there.
Zack blinks at his phone, not really comprehending it. what? he texts back.
You been on Twitter at all? Adam's been insulting you on it off and on, and I guess Ziggler took exception to it, they started arguing in the hall and then started fightin' for real.
Zack swallows. Well, damn, I guess this is what happens when I take a break from social media for a couple hours. He exits the text screen and moves to his twitter app, reading through the various things said in the last few hours. "Well, damn," he mumbles, tweeting a dismissive kind of insult back at Adam before checking Dolph's timeline.
HEELZiggler 18 Feb 2015
when life gives you lemons...
make a better screwdriver
He chuckles and rolls his eyes, getting a vague whisper of an idea. "Huh. Ya know what, why not." He grabs his wallet and keys and heads out, needing to take a quick stop at Wendys anyway.
By the time Dolph's flight lands and he arrives back at Zack's apartment, it's to find Zack sitting up, a small smirk on his face and a tall martini glass full of familiar yellow liquid, and a couple of Frosties from Wendy's. He looks down at him while dropping his coat and luggage, quickly sitting down next to Zack. "Don't tell me, Wendy's caved and gave you free frosties?"
"They gave me one free Frosty," he admits. "I paid for the other one." He pushes the drinks towards him. "So it's your choice, the lemon screwdriver or the frosty?"
Dolph shrugs, grips one of each. "Why not both, kid?"
Zack stares at him, aghast. "That is beyond nasty, bro. And you are not kissing me tasting like lemon and ice cream and... ugh." He shudders.
Dolph laughs at him. "Well, then, I guess I'd better kiss you before I drink them, huh?" He grips Zack's shirt and pulls him closer, just for Zack to rest a hand on his shoulder, slowing him a bit.
"Just... thanks for having my back against Adam Rose, bro," he says, a small smile on his lips.
"Hey, always, kid," Dolph says, easing his grip on his shirt. "Besides, who else is going to take the time to learn how to make me lemon screwdrivers, especially when they find them nasty?" He hooks a finger between Zack's buttons and resumes drawing him in, grinning when Zack doesn't resist this time, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to his lips.
"Doubt no one, bro," Zack mumbles, humming when Dolph takes advantage of this to deepen the kiss. "Hey, you should drink them before they get warm and disgusting, bro."
"We have a fridge," he says, standing up and patting Zack on the shoulders before he can join him. "I'll be right back."
Zack sighs and leans back, watching him go. "Fine, fine." He shrugs. "I guess I juiced those lemons for nothing..." Thinks about the kiss and how pleased Dolph had looked and smirks. "Well, maybe not nothing..."
