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Chapter Three

Sebastian sat down heavily on a bar stool and laughingly ordered a drink. He was so thirsty. He was also—maybe—a little drunk. He looked around the bar; making a tally of all the guys he'd made contact with.

His eyes fell on the guy sitting on the other end of the bar. He was obviously a football player. He was broad and looked very muscular. I wonder if the saying is true with him. He thought as he looked the other guy up and down.

He remembered seeing him there before. What was his name? Surely he should have known. Did it really matter? In the end, all he wanted was a few stolen minutes in the back seat of a car or maybe even in the dark alley behind the bar.

Dave felt Sebastian's eyes boring into him. He looked up. He gave the other guy a hard look.

"You got a problem?" Sebastian asked.

Dave shrugged and went back to his drink.

Time passed. Neither boy seemed too ready to leave. The bar started clearing out though there was still another hour until closing. No one was biting Sebastian's bait, so he was starting to grow more and more frustrated. He just had to blow off some steam, one way or another.

He heaved a sigh and stood on wobbly legs. After a few moments to get himself right, he walked over to where the guy sat.

"Hey, baby. The name's Sebastian. You need to remember it." He slurred in Dave's ear.

"And why would that be?" Dave asked, not bothering to look up.

"Because you'll be—"

"'Screaming it later'?"

He gave a wry smile. "You know you want to."

"You're not really my type."

"And what's your type? Do you prefer swishy? I can be swishy. You want me to be more macho? I can do that too." He leaned closer. "I can be anything you want me to be, baby."

Dave looked over and gave him an incredulous look. "And what would you expect from me?"

Sebastian shrugged. "Not much improvement I can see. Just have to take what I can get."

"What does that mean?"

"It means you're not what I was looking for, but you'll do."

He scoffed. "I'll 'do'? Where do you get off—?"

"Out back is relatively private."

Dave shook his head. "You're an asshole."

He licked his lips and leaned in again, "Some guys like that. And you strike me as the kind of guy that does."

"And why is that?" he shot back. "Because I look like an easy target? I'll have you know there isn't anything you can dish out that I can't take."

Sebastian laughed. "Had a tough life, huh?"

"And what would you know about tough, Ritchie Rich?"

He turned sullen. "You have no idea." He looked angrily at his drink.

Dave watched him for a long time. He could only imagine what was going on through the other guy's head. What had gone on in his life? How could he even approach him?

After some more pondering, he said, "I was rude to a lot of people. I hurt a lot of people. I did it to keep the attention off of me. You're mean for the opposite reasons."

Sebastian looked over. "Excuse me?"

Good. This is a start. "You crave attention. You live off of it. You can't survive without it. And if you think you're being ignored, you make it even worse for those around you."

"What the fuck do you know?" He mumbled.

"Plenty. I know you're hurting. I don't know why and you never have to tell me, but I can see it."

The spark came back into Sebastian's eyes and he gave Dave a seductive look. "You wanna do something about it?" He put on a fake pout. "You wanna helm me heal, big boy. I'll let you. I have this aching that you can take care of."

Dave shook his head and went back to his scrutiny of his drink.

"What do you even do here? I've seen you before. You just sit there and drink. Sometimes you get out there and stand on the edge of the group and sing along. What's the point of coming here if you're not trying to get laid?"

"There's more to life than a quick suck-off in a back alley."

Sebastian snorted. "Are you hoping to find the love of your life here? In-the-Middle-of Nowhere, Ohio?" He started laughing hysterically. "You've taken one too many hits in the head on the field if you think it's possible."

"You don't think it is?" Dave asked softly.

"Love doesn't exist." He said bitterly. "And you're full of shit of you actually believe it." He slammed back his drink and motioned for another.

"Don't you think you've had enough?" the other guy asked quietly.

"It's none of your fucking business." Sebastian snapped.

The bartender passed another drink his way.

He winked at the much-older man. He was scoffed at.

"Fuck you, too." Sebastian said, taking a swig of his drink.

"You're underage and he knows it." Dave said softly.

"Yeah? And? No one here seems too concerned about it."

"It's the bouncer's fault for letting you in. He can downplay that. But if he even thought you were attractive, he wouldn't be stupid enough to get involved."

"What do you mean 'if' he thought I was attractive?"

"You're an ass? Haven't we already established that?"

"And I thought you'd like that. Haven't we already established that?"

Dave was done with the conversation. He raised his hand to signal for the bartender.

Sebastian flinched at the sudden movement.

Dave noticed, but said nothing as he settled his tab for the night. Once the bartender was on his way, he turned. "You don't have anything to fear from me. And you don't need to insult me. We're a lot alike, you and me." He stood. "My name is Dave, by the way. Remember it. If you ever want to have a real conversation, you could always start with 'Hi, Dave.' instead of 'Hey, baby' because I am not your baby." He threw down a couple more bills and then walked out the door.

Sebastian watched his retreat. He'd been so close. He almost screamed obscenities at his retreating form, but thought better of it. He finished his own drink and then paid his bill, neglecting the tip. He stormed out. It was a miracle he made it home safely.