Chapter Two: Complicated

Trista took another sip of her drink, finding it slightly bitter after awhile.

Erol groaned a bit as he awoke, a semi-headache consuming him. He scanned the bar until finding Jak, a tainted smile curved onto his lips as he stood up. Erol fixed back his hair before striding over towards Jak.

Jak groaned and slammed his head on the table.

"Well well, Hey Jak," Erol smirked, his arms crossed.

Trista shot Erol a death glare.

Erol merely ignored her before scooting next to him, "You're not upset about before are ya?" he asked, referring to leaving him drunk and not paying.

"You really don't get how much I hate you, huh?" Jak asked shooting Erol a glare.

"I enjoy people who are hard to get," he calmly retorted, wrapping his arm around Jak's.

Trista was clearly angered at this and immediately bolted up. "Get you filthy hands off him!" she growled, clenching her hands into fists.

Jak muscles tensed as he yanked his arm away from Erol.

Erol cocked a brow before moving closer to Jak, "I know how much you like it," he smirked. Trista wasn't taking much of a liking to this though kept her calm expression for now. Her hands still remained into fist, "Get away from him," she muttered. Erol shifted his gaze towards her.

"Oh and what are you going to do about it bi-" Trista immediately threw a punch at him, straight at his jaw.

Erol grabbed his pain filled jaw as he stood, drawing back his arm to punch her in return.

"Lay off it Erol." Jak said. He wasn't going to stand anyone hit his woman, not even Erol.

Erol glanced at Jak out of the corner of his eye before glaring at Trista whom had her arms crossed. He mumbled a curse under his breath, before making another attempt to come closer to Jak once more.

Trista merely rolled her eyes before sitting down once more, averting her eyes away to not even see a bit of Erol and taking another sip of her drink.

Jak sat down once more and reached for his drink, dismayed to find it empty. He sighed, crossing his arms on the table and burying his head in them.

Suddenly some KG walked in and one said "By the order of the Baron, everyone here is hereby under arrest. Surrender and die!"

Trista watched as Erol left just as the guards appeared. Hearing their words a bit of confusion overcame her face. 'And we're arrested for?' she asked herself, glaring daggers towards them.

Jak looked up and pulled out a gun.

"Sorry, no. I'd rather not." He said, shooting at the guards, KOing most of the KGs. This day couldn't get any worse. Jak then got up and walked off, determined to find that chicken Erol and make him scream for leaving. He had done his part, anyhow and knew Trista could take care of the rest.

"Hey! Where are you going!" Trista shouted to Jak

Jak mumbled something to her about finding that yellow bellied bitch and left. He had no idea where to start, but it smelled more like alcohol to the left, so he chose that way.

Erol managed to sneak out without anyone barely noticing him leave the Hip Hog, A smug expression on his face as he sauntered down the streets.

Erol brought himself within an alley, feeling his stomach churn and almost explode in his opinion. Tilting his head down until he clearly released the excess food and alcohol within his stomach. Wiping the vomit that remained against his mouth with the back of his hand, he leaned against the alley wall.

Trista cleared the Hip Hog of KGs and then decided to go home and wait for Jak.

Jak peeked into an ally and saw Erol. With out and hesitation he walsed right up to Erol and slapped him. Hard.

Erol was dumbfounded at the sudden slap, narrowing his eyes upon Jak. "What the hell was that for?" he said, brushing his hand against both the mark Trista had punched him and Jak had slapped him.

Jak glared at Erol.

"Three guesses, first two don't count." Was Jak's only reply.

Erol sighed, crossing his arms. "Is if because of the last time at the Hip Hog? You're still pissed about that?" he spat; an obvious annoyed expression remained on his face despite being with Jak.

"That's an understatement to end them all." Jak spat, clenching his fists until his fingernail ripped through the glove and tore at his skin.

He rolled his eyes, "Calm down…" Erol replied. "Anyway, I have no intention on staying here." Erol added beginning to walk away as if nothing though he prepared himself for an assault, "I'm sure you could pay it off and be a big boy."

Jak followed Erol, catching him by the shoulder and turning him around.

"It's not the money I'm worried about." Jak said, smirking slightly, fingers digging into Erol's shoulder.

Erol narrowed his eyes as he smacked Jak's hands away from his arm. He frowned at Jak piercing his shoulders in such a manner, obviously thinking of such 'relation' they had. "Oh and what are you worried about then?" Erol retorted, playing simple minded.

"And I thought you were smart." Jak said, smirk growing wider. He wasn't thinking clearly anymore, but it didn't matter. He had to hear it. He had to hear Erol scream. To scream for it to stop, for it to end. Just to scream.

Erol backed away to see the darkness grow within Jak, or so it seemed to him. 'What the fuck is he talking about!' he bitterly asked himself. He was usually attracted to him, though seeing this trait he had different overviews.

"Look, if you want it, come and get it. I'm not stopping you..." Jak said. /Yet.../. Jak smiled his heart warming smile, vanishing any outer traces of darkness showing. Jak new to catch what he wanted, he had to reel it in slowly.

Erol eyed him cautiously; developing the reason for his actions, though he was immediately drawn to him. He took a step near him, traces of cautiousness vanished as he hooked his arm around Jak's. Erol smirked slightly, a feeling of content seeping through him.

Jak inwardly smirked.

"Why don't we head back to the Hip Hog for another drink...this time my treat." Jak said, still smiling, entwining his fingers with Erol's.

Erol nodded in response, finding himself resting his head against Jak's shoulder. "Sure, why not," he responded, a smiling piercing his smug expression.

Trista began to worry about Jak.

Jak began to walk back to the Hip Hog, Erol in tow. For once he was glad he was taller than Erol. Usually it ment he was less aerodynamic. But that ment nothing, now. Jak fished in his pocket, finding enough money for a few drinks. Jak smiled. This was going to be fun.