[ when david leaves, evan relaxes. minutely, but he does. if it hadn't been for what's-her-name talking about going to see someone and how much david'll love it, he might have been even more on edge, but he'll take the gift while he's got it. they're alone now, or at least they're not in david's presence. it's something.
which is fine right up until he goes to finalize his tab and the bartender, somewhat warily, tells him david already covered it. the rage surges up through him like a volcano. he wants to get out his phone, call david back in here, beat his head into the bar, this was deliberate -
until a hand on his shoulder and a hard look, a harder voice, tell him to cut it out. she's not interested in seeing a fight start. just take the win - he's out money, isn't he?
but it's not about that. still, evan manages to choke down the rage, and instead of blowing up he just covers the tab for the group he was drinking with. they don't even know why or what happened, but they're all happy for it. he looks good, he doesn't have to reveal what happened, and the only people who know anything are the bartender and his date.
and david.
having kept his control this long means there's no anger from her on the way out, but she gives him a cold look when he tells her he's going home alone.
there's better ways to deal with that anger problem, she says. he only shrugs. he's not planning on dealing with anything.
david's unlikely to drop his date tonight and come back for a fight, so evan goes somewhere that he can beat up other people (legally, even) until he feels a little better. then he passes out. so david doesn't get any harassment until the morning, when he's hopefully hungover as shit. ]
[ as much as he upholds his image, david doesn't cut loose as much as it looks like, so a night of drinking and dancing and whatnot hits hard. he's exhausted and hung over as hell, him and his girl enjoying a breakfast of gatorade and painkillers in a dark room. he kind of envies her for the way she can sleep it off while waiting for that shit to kick in, david just lays there in misery instead because even feeling this shitty, if he's up, he's up. ]
[ when he gets around to checking his phone and seeing the text from evan, it's met with confusion. david doesn't remember much of the previous night, mostly just loud music and bright lights. and evan's sour face. he's probably mad about something inconsequential, david figures. some perceived slight that doesn't mean anything. ]
You're making my hangover worse with this shit. You wanna fight 'cause you feel like I was trying to show you up in front of your little date then we can fight.
Fix your fucking hangover and come find me at the brewery, princess
[ it's out before he can stop himself. this level of anger - this level of stupidity - makes him beyond thoughtless. at the same time, he's mad enough that he barely notices it, jamming the phone away and starting to pull his own shit together. ]
[ dealing with the hangover is kind of an all day affair, and if david didn't apparently feel like playing with fire, he could warn evan of that much. as it is, however, he simply puts the phone away and lays back down in bed. amelia might not be "his type", but she's soft and warm and easy to curl around while he waits for the painkillers to do their job. ]
[ he doesn't quite make evan wait all day at least, though it's several hours before he turns up. still kind of groggy and nursing a fresh gatorade, but the headache and the nausea's gone at least. in last night's clothes plus sunglasses for that residual light sensitivity. ]
I knew you'd be pissed about the tab, but this is crazy.
[ he admits it finally, even if it wasn't for the reasons evan assumed. voice still rough from a night out, but it is what it is. ]
[ despite everything he just said, evan doesn't quite rush down to the brewery immediately. he suspects it'll be a little while before david's hangover is even remotely cleared up, and in all honesty he's not fully awake himself (and has a little big of a hangover, too).
instead he takes two hours to deal with himself and doubt his own actions, then another hour to remind himself that it won't take long for the rumors to reach his father that he got his whole fucking tab paid for by david king, even if it was subtle and he covered it up without much of an issue.
(in truth, his father's never even going to hear about it; he'll have more to say about who evan's kind-of-dating.)
the wait at the brewery when he does get that just makes him angrier, so by the time david pulls up, disheveled, sunglasses on, with a drink to try and keep him hydrated - evan's pretty close to blowing up, but has it mostly under control, even when david admits there was no friendly gesture involved. ]
You've never done that shit before and you expected me to just roll with it? Just - put up with you trying to show off in front of my girl? You trying to impress her?
[ david scoffs at the question, he'd shake his head if not for the way just hinting at the motion makes something throb behind his eyes. ]
Nah, I don't give a shit about her.
[ sort of true, he sure as fuck doesn't care enough to try and impress her. she's only relevant to him because she was with evan, and even then... well, it doesn't matter. ]
Wasn't "showing off" neither.
[ finger quotes, raised eyebows. he thinks it's a stupid accusation]
[ why doesn't that make him feel any better? something to think about when he's dealing with the bruises. ]
Then why did you feel like you had to do it?
[ it was a choice, deliberate, intended to piss him off. but 'making evan mad' can't be the only reason he did it - not with everyone else there, when they'd barely even spoken. ]
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which is fine right up until he goes to finalize his tab and the bartender, somewhat warily, tells him david already covered it. the rage surges up through him like a volcano. he wants to get out his phone, call david back in here, beat his head into the bar, this was deliberate -
until a hand on his shoulder and a hard look, a harder voice, tell him to cut it out. she's not interested in seeing a fight start. just take the win - he's out money, isn't he?
but it's not about that. still, evan manages to choke down the rage, and instead of blowing up he just covers the tab for the group he was drinking with. they don't even know why or what happened, but they're all happy for it. he looks good, he doesn't have to reveal what happened, and the only people who know anything are the bartender and his date.
and david.
having kept his control this long means there's no anger from her on the way out, but she gives him a cold look when he tells her he's going home alone.
there's better ways to deal with that anger problem, she says. he only shrugs. he's not planning on dealing with anything.
david's unlikely to drop his date tonight and come back for a fight, so evan goes somewhere that he can beat up other people (legally, even) until he feels a little better. then he passes out. so david doesn't get any harassment until the morning, when he's hopefully hungover as shit. ]
You think you're being funny?
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[ when he gets around to checking his phone and seeing the text from evan, it's met with confusion. david doesn't remember much of the previous night, mostly just loud music and bright lights. and evan's sour face. he's probably mad about something inconsequential, david figures. some perceived slight that doesn't mean anything. ]
What's your problem now?
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Buying the tab? The fuck kind of shit are you trying to pull now?
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[ no he wasn't. ]
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And with her there too
Trying to piss me off in every way you fucking can
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It was a gesture.
No point getting into shit while our girls are there, you know?
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Next time I see you, your ass is dead
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[ only partly true. it wasn't his intention, but as soon as he heard where david was, well. ]
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How the fuck is it interesting? I'm out with girls a lot. Just not as much as you
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Christ, here I was thinking getting a girl might calm you the fuck down for once.
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You trying to show me up in front of everyone else says something crawled up your ass and died to me
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Whatever, I don't have time for this.
You're out of your fucking mind.
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This is your fucking fault. Next time I see you, it doesn't matter if your girl's there or mine is. Your ass is dead.
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[ it's out before he can stop himself. this level of anger - this level of stupidity - makes him beyond thoughtless. at the same time, he's mad enough that he barely notices it, jamming the phone away and starting to pull his own shit together. ]
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[ he doesn't quite make evan wait all day at least, though it's several hours before he turns up. still kind of groggy and nursing a fresh gatorade, but the headache and the nausea's gone at least. in last night's clothes plus sunglasses for that residual light sensitivity. ]
I knew you'd be pissed about the tab, but this is crazy.
[ he admits it finally, even if it wasn't for the reasons evan assumed. voice still rough from a night out, but it is what it is. ]
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instead he takes two hours to deal with himself and doubt his own actions, then another hour to remind himself that it won't take long for the rumors to reach his father that he got his whole fucking tab paid for by david king, even if it was subtle and he covered it up without much of an issue.
(in truth, his father's never even going to hear about it; he'll have more to say about who evan's kind-of-dating.)
the wait at the brewery when he does get that just makes him angrier, so by the time david pulls up, disheveled, sunglasses on, with a drink to try and keep him hydrated - evan's pretty close to blowing up, but has it mostly under control, even when david admits there was no friendly gesture involved. ]
You've never done that shit before and you expected me to just roll with it? Just - put up with you trying to show off in front of my girl? You trying to impress her?
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Nah, I don't give a shit about her.
[ sort of true, he sure as fuck doesn't care enough to try and impress her. she's only relevant to him because she was with evan, and even then... well, it doesn't matter. ]
Wasn't "showing off" neither.
[ finger quotes, raised eyebows. he thinks it's a stupid accusation]
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Then why did you feel like you had to do it?
[ it was a choice, deliberate, intended to piss him off. but 'making evan mad' can't be the only reason he did it - not with everyone else there, when they'd barely even spoken. ]
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