Chip was awoken by the taste of whiskey now pressed against his lips. He forced his eyes open and was face to face with Jeff. "Hey there Sleeping Beauty." He shoved the younger man off of him and looked at the clock. "Oh my god, is that the time?" Jeff rolled his eyes. "No, your cell phone lied to you. In fact, the whole concept of satellites is just a conspiracy." Chip glared, not particularly appreciating the sarcasm. "I guess I'm just not used to that much Vicodin," Chip mused out loud. "Sure, or you're just not used to having a night with me like that," Jeff continued with a wink.

He knew he was probably right, because last night with his boyfriend was nothing short of amazing. For once, he got to be in control, and Jeff went on like he truly loved him… which was something that he honestly didn't want to even think about. "You know we have a show tonight," Jeff said, breaking his train of thought. "Oh, right. Right, cool," he responded absentmindedly.

"Hey, something wrong?" Jeff sat down next to Chip on the bed and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You usually get all excited over a show." The seemingly troubled man just shrugged and looked away. "It's nothing I guess." Jeff wouldn't let it go though, and concern spread across his face. "You can tell me anything. I may have a lot of shitty qualities about me, but a blabbermouth is not one of them," he said with a faint smile. Chip returned it and kissed him lightly, addicted to the feel. "Don't worry about it; I'll be okay."

"Well in that case, how about we kill the 2 hours before we have to leave for sound check?" Jeff suggested mischievously. "What did you have in mind?" He crawled on top of Chip just as he had before and pushed hard against him, making sure to dig his nails into his chest. "Just some more fun, if you think you can handle me," Jeff growled into his ear, already feeling how turned on Chip was.

He was turned on, but still bothered by something else. Besides, Jeff was already drunk, as was his tradition on nights when they had shows. He was kissing Chip's neck, and he couldn't suppress a moan as his teeth bit down hard. Jeff began to grind his hips, developing a rhythm.

"I want you," Chip groaned, but couldn't put off something in the back of his mind. Something that he didn't even want to talk about, he just wanted to forget. Jeff nipped at his ear and forced his tongue in his mouth while his hands ran free. Chip readily did the same, wrapping his arms around Jeff's back and pulling him in even closer, eliminating the little space there was between them.

He could feel Jeff grabbing his ass, and in return started undoing the buttons to his suit. Jeff had already torn Chip's t-shirt off and was licking every inch of skin he could get his tongue on, causing them both to emit content gasps and sighs. "I can give you what your wife couldn't," he rumbled. Chip then pulled away and looked at him. "Don't… don't say that, alright?"

"Why? Dude, we're dating each other, mostly because your marriage didn't work."

"Oh, so that's most of the reason? Good to know."

The two had now separated and were facing each other, Chip looking hurt and frustrated.

"That's not what I meant by that; I meant that I got the chance to date you because Patty divorced you."

"You don't have to remind me," he snapped hastily.

Jeff let out an exasperated groan. "What the hell is wrong? Did I do something to piss you off?"

Chip got up suddenly, running a hand through his hair. "You know what? You're drunk. And I… I'm just going to go take a shower." Jeff's head perked up. "Can I join you?" The look on Chip's face was one he hadn't seen before. "Just leave me alone for a bit, please?"

He walked off without a word, secretly hating how he was treating Jeff. It wasn't even something he'd said, he just couldn't handle it. Whatever "it" was.

Jeff sat in confusion on the couch, trying to figure out what went wrong. Maybe the topic of his divorce wasn't the best thing to say, but there had to be something else bothering him. Just as he was pouring another scotch, the handle to the hotel door rattled.

"Goddamn, why is it always locked? I'm not sure I want to know actually." The voice was unmistakably Greg's, and Jeff gladly let him in. "What brings you to my humble domain?" he asked with a half drunken grin. "I need to talk to you about Chip," he said, his laid back demeanor gone. "Well okay, what is it?"

Greg sat down on a kitchenette chair and sighed. "Patty called. She said that she'd just gotten into a big fight and didn't want to talk to Chip, but needed to tell him something still." Jeff interrupted him. "Why wouldn't she just call me?" Greg cracked a small smile. "She knows you. And she doesn't really like or trust you. Anyways, there's been an accident."

Sobriety hit Jeff like a freight train. "How do you mean?" he pressed. "Taylor; she was hit by a car that swerved off the road." After a moment of awkward silence, Greg clarified. "Taylor. Chip's daughter?"

"Oh! Oh my god, is she alright?" Jeff asked with new realization of how serious this was. "She was just in a car accident; how do you think she is?" he replied sarcastically. "Sorry, it's put me on edge and I need a smoke. Taylor is alive, but in critical condition at Mercy Hospital over in New York." Jeff gasped under his breath. "And Chip has no idea. I'd known that he and his wife were in an argument earlier, but… oh fuck, do I have to be the one to tell him?"

Greg shrugged. "You are his boyfriend, so it seems like the right thing to do. But then again, when has that ever made a difference?" They both jumped as they heard the door from the bathroom open and close, Chip walking out with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Oh, um, hey Greg. What's going on?" He easily changed his expression and pushed in his chair. "Nothing at all, just reminding him when we need to leave for sound check. But I'll see you both later; I'm late for an appointment with Mary Jane."

Now it was just them. It was just them, feeling so tense together, something unusual that'd been happening a lot more lately. "Jeff, is there something on your mind?" Chip had an uncanny ability to tell whenever something was bothering someone. "I… sit down, please."

He got dressed fast and uneasily sat down. He looked at his boyfriend, who now seemed more in touch with reality than possibly ever. "Am I in trouble or something?" Jeff nearly laughed. "No, you didn't do anything at all. I need to say something, and I don't know how to do it," he said frankly.

"Just tell me and stop keeping me in suspense." Chip was biting the inside of his cheek in anticipation, but could have never guessed what he was about to say.

"Your daughter Taylor was hit by a car. She's alive, but barely."

"Where?" he growled to Jeff. "Mercy Hospital, New York. Chip, that's 7 hours away, how do you expect to…"

But he'd already run out the door. I knew that something was wrong with Patty. There was more than just anger there, but I can't believe that she wouldn't even tell me that.

How much does she hate me?

What else have I missed?