Seeing It Through
A Sequel to Making Amends
Chapter Two, The New Guy
The whole night, she dealt with an ashamed, guilty, and sexually frustrated Mullet Fingers, and the absence of the cowgirl seemed to make her even more agitated.
Roy hadn't come out of the bedroom until four in the morning, when Mullet had finally tuckered himself out from pacing the living room and kitchen. Beatrice had still been awake, and Roy had complained to her about what went on.
"Roy," She said, "You know Mullet Fingers is a blockhead. Of course he likes more than just the sex!"
Despite her pleading reassurance, Roy refused to believe that there was anything more for Mullet to like than sex with Roy.
Roy had trudged back into the bedroom, eyes watered with tears and lugging a small pint of Ben and Jerry's.
It made Beatrice doubly annoyed, because it was Karamel Sutra, one of her favorite flavors of ice cream ever.
When Roy had to finally get up and head off to work-Mullet made sure to wake up at the 'ungodly' hour of seven in the morning-Roy acted as if Mullet didn't exist at all.
That made Mullet even drearier, making him the last person Beatrice wanted to be around.
She was ready to sing the Hallelujah chorus when it was time for Mullet to leave the apartment to go to the aquarium. She spend the rest of the time sitting on the couch, seething, and coming up with plans to restore the breaking relationship she had in her hands.
Beatrice snapped out of her reverie when she heard a key being turned. The door opened to a downcast Roy, who had in his hands a paper bag of groceries.
Just as he was desolately pushing a bag of plums into the crisper of the fridge, Beatrice leaped off of the couch like she was impaled with a red-hot poker.
"That's IT!" She bellowed, and the three poor purple plums pummeled (ooh, an alliteration!) to the kitchen floor. Roy sighed, snatching them up and stuffing them into the drawer.
"Roy!" She said excitedly, coming up behind him. Roy jumped slightly, and frowned.
"Yes, Beatrice?" He asked tersely, carefully putting down the bread-just in case Beatrice freaked him out a second time.
"I know the perfect way for you to get your revenge or whatever on Mullet!" She didn't really think that Mullet did anything wrong, other than being a complete moron, but if everything turned out the way it was supposed to, then Mullet Fingers would be able to tell Roy how he really felt.
Mullet came home around five, two hours after Roy's job was over. He didn't hold any high hopes that Roy's grudge would be lifted, so his mood was grey.
When he walked into the apartment, everything was pretty much normal: the place was close to spotless, and Beatrice sat on the couch watching television. Roy, however, was nowhere to be found.
"Where is he?" Mullet asked, looking like a kicked puppy. Beatrice looked up from a bag of barbecue potato chips and said,
"Roy? He's in the room, getting ready to go out."
Mullet paused in his ministrations of getting a snack from the fridge. He turned slowly.
"Going… out? Where?"
"Oh, just to some club with a friend of his," Beatrice said all-too-innocently.
Mullet's eyes practically popped out of their sockets. He choked on the spit in his mouth.
"Out--friend!" Was all he babbled. Beatrice had to stop herself from laughing, and stuffed more chips in her mouth to hide small giggles.
"I'm going too. You could probably join us, even though Roy might not want you to…" She left it like bait on a fishing line. Mullet seemed to instantly take to it.
"Oh, I'm going." Was all he growled out. When the bedroom door opened, both Beatrice and Mullet turned to look at Roy. Mullet had to take a few moments to let his jaw snap back into place.
Roy was dressed in the tightest clothes possible: it seemed to be a second skin on him. And were those pants leather? His shirt was made of a hazel green, silky material, and the top two buttons of the shirt weren't done, showing some creamy, slightly bronzed skin.
His eyes were faintly lined with kohl, making his eyes bolder and his lips stood out, accentuated with a faint sheen of gloss-of course, this was all courtesy of Beatrice, the evil mastermind herself. She had to contain herself, otherwise she would burst out in maniacal laughter.
"Mullet." Was all Roy said, an eyebrow rose in question. The blonde tried to respond, and all that squeaked out was,
"You're going out… like that?"
Roy looked down at himself, turning around on the spot.
"Well yeah, I don't see anything wrong with this. Do you, Beatrice?" Mullet looked at her pleadingly, and Beatrice glanced at the two of them.
"Nope, not at all." She was inwardly grinning at Mullet's stricken expression. Roy folded his arms across his chest smugly, smirking at the helpless Mullet Fingers.
"Are you coming, then?" He asked Mullet, and Mullet looked surprised that he was being talked to.
"Yes." He said without hesitation. There was no way in hell he would let his boyfriend… or was he still his boyfriend?… walk around looking like that.
"Well, let's go then, Beatrice." Roy said, and then they all headed out of the apartment.
Little did they know that disaster was about to strike.
By seven, the three had made it to a small nightclub. It took so long because there was a mile-long line outside the club's doors. It was well worth the wait, though.
Inside, strobe lights the colors of every spectrum of the rainbow flashed, making it almost impossible to see in the darkened area. The music pulsed along with the lights, and there was a mess of bodies tangled with each other on the expansive dance floor. People seemed to dance as close to each other as possible, most of them too gone in the music, alcohol, and/or drugs to really care.
There was a long bar set up against the left wall of the club, and almost all of the barstools were occupied. Some people looked sober enough to stay in an upright position on the round cushions, and others seemed to have been too intoxicated and swooned in their seats, nearly knocking themselves and their chair over.
The entire place smelled of sweat, alcohol, and smoke, and it was intense, to the point of choking. Mullet curled his lips in disgust when a small scraggly blonde woman sashayed up to him in what she thought was an endearing manner. She didn't look a day over eighteen, yet she somehow got into this bar meant for adults. Her overly done face bent up to look into his eyes, and when she whispered 'sexily' into Mullet's ear, her mouth stunk of something between rotten meats and stale beer.
"Hey there hot shot, wanna spend an hour or two with me in the back?"
She tried to wrap her small, bony fingers around Mullet's collar, but he gently pushed her away from him. She swayed on the spot, and frowned at him.
"No thanks, not interested." Mullet mumbled, and turned to follow Beatrice to where she and Roy were heading, which was God-knew-where.
The small girl frowned intensely, glaring at Mullet's back for a moment, before setting her expression to lustful. She tightly held onto his shoulder and spun him around to look at her.
"Come on now, don't make me beg… unless you want me to…" She lidded her eyes, smirking. Mullet glared at her, and took her arm from his shoulder with more force.
"Look, I'm not interested. Now beat it."
The girl huffed and stomped away in her five-inch-high metallic sea foam-green heels, and Mullet didn't spare her another glance.
"Where'd Roy go?" Mullet asked Beatrice, who was sitting at the bar counter and sipping a non-alcoholic beverage. She sipped the drink through her crazy-straw and pointed one finger over at the dance floor. He looked to where she was pointing, and his eyes nearly popped out of his skull.
Roy looked at the man who came up to him: he was a bit taller than he was, a brunet, and looked a bit common. The only thing that made you look at him again was his powerful face. He looked strongly serious, but at the same time, he looked powerfully energetic. His hazel eyes were alit with what looked like… interest?
"You must be the person Beatrice's friend got for me," Roy said, and warmly smiled. He offered out his hand, which was grasped in a handshake.
"I'm Roy," He said.
"Walter," Was all the other man said, giving an overly giddy smile.
"Shall we?" Roy asked, and they danced along to the music blasting from the large speakers spread around the room.
A little while later, a tall young man waltzed up to Beatrice and Mullet, who was glaring directly at Roy and Walter.
"Tommy! You're here!" Beatrice laughed, launching herself off of her stool and hugging the grinning man named 'Tommy'. Mullet momentarily looked at them, but quickly looked back at the dance floor. He tried spotting Roy and his… friend, but Mullet lost sight of them amongst the crowd.
"Hey B," He said kindly, returning the hug. He set her down after a moment, and looked around.
"So, where's this Roy?"
"Oh, he's somewhere over there dancing with the guy you brought over for him. You know, for the plan," She winked at him. Tom's expression clouded over in confusion.
"Uh, Beatrice, I actually stopped over to tell you that Brad couldn't come."
Beatrice stared at him for a moment in shock, and quickly looked for Roy.
"You mean… that guy wasn't the guy?" She squeaked, her eyes widening.
"What do you mean, he wasn't the guy?" Mullet asked slowly, turning around to look at the pair in annoyed interest.
"First, where's Roy?" Beatrice asked Mullet pleadingly, wringing her hands together.
"I don't know, I lost sight of him a minute ago," Mullet said. He stood up, frowning.
"What the hell's going on, B?"
"Well…Mullet… you see…"
Beatrice finished explaining everything to an increasingly pissed off Mullet Fingers, and when she stopped talking completely, he slammed his fist on the bar counter in rage.
"You did all of this, just to make me jealous enough to admit something that Roy should have known all along!"
"Mullet… Roy was upset that you didn't say it to his face then! You have to understand that he's not a mind reader! I knew how you felt, but Roy wouldn't believe anyone else but you! I knew you wouldn't go up and tell him, you're too full of yourself to speak how you feel."
"Okay… you know what? I don't care. At least not right now. Help me find Roy, and we're going to head home." Mullet's stormy expression didn't leave any room for argument, so Beatrice meekly pulled an embarrassed Tommy out to the dance floor to scan the area for their friend.
"So do you—Hey, where are you taking me?" Roy asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Walter cleared his throat, and looked at him.
"In the back." He smirked saucily, and dragged Roy over to the rear of the club.
"But—but… that wasn't part of the plan," Roy said helplessly, trying to take his hand back. Walter didn't let him break free, though, and instead tightened his grip.
"I'm ad-libbing," He said impatiently.
Without a moment's warning, Roy was tossed into a dark room, and the door was slammed shut. He gave his eyes a second to adjust to the dim lighting of the room, and his eyes nearly burst from enlarging so much: there were beds all around the room, and a lot of them were occupied by people doing explicit things in front of others. The most disturbing part of it was that they enjoyed being so publicly displayed.
Like a rabbit knows what is to happen to him when the starving, bloodthirsty fox is right in front of his nose, Roy's chest tightened up. He felt the urge to flee, and he tried to run out, but Walter had seized his wrist again.
"No, no, you're not going anywhere," Walter said dangerously, grinning malevolently and giving a twisted snicker.
"Mullet," Was all Roy squeaked out in a plea before Walter threw him onto a dingy, springy mattress.
Dun dun dun! What's going to happen to Roy? Will Mullet find him in time before… well, you know.
I'm sorry this took so long for me to post. I was busy going on two trips. There was one to Florida, and one sudden one to Maine.
Anyway, school starts in less than four days, so I can't promise you that I'll update soon. It's my first day as a freshman! Cut me some slack!
I hope you're enjoying this story so far, and I'm very sorry to all of the people waiting for that explicit sex scene that goes with the seventh chapter of Making Amends-I haven't even written it yet! I promise to try to write it all up by the end of the day and email it out to the people who requested it!
Sincerely,
Desinere.
