Author: Skytate17

Title: You Won't Be The One That Got Away

Summary: The two ended up at the same bar every Friday night. One came to dance, one came to do his job. They were two different worlds, colliding on these ambitious Friday nights when the party goers were out. Stealing glances across the bar, one wishing the other would knew he existed, the other wishing he never existed at all.

Chapter Six

Bridge wandered from his car towards the door of the bar. It was at least an hour before it opened and he was going to come in and set up for that Friday night. He hadn't worked with Sky for a week, so anything that could have been said between them was definitely left unsaid. The guy almost dreaded a day when they did work together.

Half of him hoped that Sky remembered what happened. He wanted him to remember everything, the questions, the kiss, Bridge driving him home. He hoped that he meant to do what he did.

But, the other half of him knew that it was most likely because he was drunk. People were known to do some pretty crazy things when intoxicated and Sky was probably no different. Bridge sighed, pushing the door open and making his way inside.

"Hey," he muttered to Z, who was setting up for the night. She waved briefly before he slid into one of the stools. "Can I leave early tonight?"

"You find someone who can DJ, then fine by me," she muttered as he shook his head, knowing he wasn't going to get out of working that night. He had been feeling pretty sick the past few days, but he could at least rest easy knowing that Sky wasn't supposed to work that night.

Hearing the door swing open, he couldn't have spoken any sooner, the man wandering in. He was smiling at first, but when he laid eyes on Bridge, the smile faded, making Bridge believe that Sky had remembered everything that happened that night, and he definitely wasn't happy about it.

"Came to get my paycheck," he muttered then to Z, who nodded her head and wandered towards the back room where she had everyone's checks locked up. The two were left in the main bar area alone, neither of them mustering up enough courage to say a thing.

They lingered in an uncomfortable silence as Bridge shifted in his chair. He couldn't form a single sentence, not even the simple word "Hello." Sky kept his distance at the end of the bar, leaning against it slightly, waiting for Z to return.

Eventually she wandered from the back room with an envelope in her hand, waving it around with a smile. Handing it over, she watched him yank his keys from his pocket before heading towards the door. "Catch you guys later!" he called out, waving his hand before disappearing out the front door.

Later that night, Bridge stumbled into his front door, immediately kicking off his shoes and collapsing against his couch. He was worn out, despite having not done much but sit up in the front and spin records. But, he had been worrying himself the entire night, stressing over the fact that Sky had most likely remembered the entire event and now hated himself.

Closing his eyes, he reminded himself that Z had told so. Sure, Bridge had half a hope in him that maybe Sky was that way, given that he jumped him at his house. But, the fact that he was also heavily drunk played a huge part in it. Although, people always said that your inner self comes out when you're drunk. Bridge could only open.

He stood up, yanking off his shirt and then his pants, tossing them across the room so that he could just sleep on the couch in his boxers. It was way too hot in his living room and he was too tired to go stumbling around his dark house in search of the thermostat or opening windows.

Resting back against the couch, he snuggled himself into one of the cushions, closing his eyes in hopes that his dreams will make him forget everything. But it seemed the second he began to rest, he could hear a faint ringing going on in the background. Not a ringing, but a song. A very familiar song.

Opening his eyes, despite the darkness, he thought for a moment before realizing that it was his phone's ring tone. He sat up, glancing around to see if he could find the light from his phone, but he saw nothing. It was only seconds later that he remembered he had shoved his phone into his pants pocket.

He slid from the couch, fumbling around for where he threw his pants, finding them tossed at some corner of the room. Nabbing them, he shuffled through the pockets, yanking out his phone and answering just as his tone was about to end. "Hello?"

"Bridge?" came a familiar voice, the voice said and Bridge nearly dropping the phone at the sound. He backed against the wall, resting against it as he took a second to catch his breath after crawling across the floor for his phone. "It's Sky…"

"How'd you get my number?" he questioned randomly, obviously still half asleep, or a little more than half, since he was about to pass out two seconds ago.

There was a pause of silence before he heard a muffled chuckle. "You gave it to me, remember," Sky muttered on the other end, Bridge smacking himself in the forehead for already sounding like an idiot. "Listen, I need to talk to you about… the other night… When you drove me home."

Bridge immediately sucked in a heavy breath, blurting out, "I know you were drunk and you probably didn't understand what you were doing and I totally wasn't going to take advantage of you or-"

"You left," Sky interrupted then, Bridge shutting his mouth after hearing this. "Why'd you leave?"

"Because you were drunk… I figured that's the only reason you said anything… or did anything. That's why, right?" he muttered, finally dragging himself back towards the couch where he attempted to rest himself against the cushions, but any position he got in was incredibly uncomfortable in the moment. He just couldn't help but feel tense no matter what.

The other line was quiet for a long moment, Bridge swallowing hard as he waiting for some kind of response. "Well… sort of," Sky responded, the guy shifting his weight against the couch again. "The reason it happened was because I was drunk, but it doesn't mean I was thinking about it before hand."

"Wait…" Bridge muttered, narrowing his sleepy green eyes. "You… well, in your terms…" he laughed briefly, remembering the same thing that just kept coming out of the drunk's mouth that night. "You like guys...?"

"And in particular, you," Sky confirmed, Bridge leaning his head against the back of the couch with an overbearing grin, being somewhat happy the person on the other line couldn't see. Probably made him look like a love sick idiot, but at the moment, that's exactly what he was.

The silence fell over them, although it was an easier quiet than before. "Am I the only one who knows?" Bridge questioned then, finally finding it easier to get comfortable against the couch now that the tension had eased just a bit.

"Yup," Sky muttered back, Bridge smiling briefly. "I was just surprised that you were… so open… Back where I come from people like you… me… us, we'd be in trouble," he explained then with a heavy sigh. "But, whatever, I don't live there anymore, so… now it's okay."

Clearing his throat, Bridge added in, "With that being said… maybe you'd let me take you out sometime."

"And do what?"

"What ever you want, Sky," he then stated, nodding his head as he laid back against the couch, resting his head on the arm rest as he felt himself suddenly wanting to stay up just a bit longer.

"Sounds good," Sky responded in a tone that told Bridge he was also smiling ear to ear. "I'm going to head to bed, though… so… good night."

"Night," Bridge muttered, taking the phone from his ear and staring at the screen until it told him his call was disconnected. He shut off his phone, tossing it on the coffee table before running his hand through his messy hair in contentment, closing his eyes for the night.