[ evan glances over at david as he stands, then at the hand offering him a chance to stand up. his immediate reaction is to reject it, slap it away, stand on his own or just stay right where he is. he tenses slightly in anticipation of it, the automatic instincts taking over.
after a few seconds, though, he takes it, lets david help pull him to his feet. and after he personally started all this stupid bullshit. how the fuck does he keep ending up like this? ]
Least your girl might not be a total waste of time. Probably just spend all your money while you do whatever the fuck you want.
[ david shrugs a shoulder, looks a little forlornly at where his sunglasses ended up broken on the floor during the scuffle, (because was it really anything more than that?) he liked that pair. his own fault for not taking them off first, really, but still. ]
Still don't understand why you were so pissed about her.
[ evan scowls again, his misery briefly eclipsed by irritation. the problem with that question is that he doesn't know the answer and probably won't ever know the real reason. ]
You show girls off all the time but you just keep it going with her. Felt like you were ...
[ there's a second where the reality of it flashes across his mind, but it disappears before he can get a hand on it. ]
[ david honestly seems more surprised by that than anything, brows pinched in confusion. why does he feel like he has to reassure evan-- better yet, why does he want to? it's strange that evan would take it so personally, as if what's between them is-- as if it's serious somehow. ]
S'got nothin' to do with you, I promise. She's a good time, like I said. That's all.
[ he almost adds that he'd be a much bigger asshole about it if he was trying to shove a girl in evan's face — find one who's his type for starters, maybe even one he's actually kind of into — but he decides maybe it's for the best if he leaves that out. ]
[ even he knows it sounds stupid, but that's the closest he can get to what the real reason probably was. he felt ... exposed? in a way. mocked. called out. even with david's reassurances about that not being the case, even though he's not laughing like evan was a moron for even thinking about it, he still feels antsy when it comes up.
jealousy is a problem for him, and always has been, but not like this. it was always more entitlement than actual envy. ]
Yeah. Sure. All right.
[ the idea of those two getting married doesn't make him angrier, but that's probably because the idea of david getting married seems about as ridiculous as evan getting married does to david. ]
Just been a while. Like I said. Never seen you stick with one person that long.
[ years at this point. most girls can only tolerate him a couple of weeks at most once they sober up, that's about the point where the fact that he's an asshole outweighs the money and the fancy places and all that shit. this girl... if he was actually into women, she'd be a perfect fit, it's insane. first time he's actually felt guilty about one of these girls. ]
Surprised, honestly. Most of 'em get sick of me pretty sharpish.
[ it's probably an attempt to lighten the mood, and it sort of helps, because evan feels a little less tense about it. only a little, though. ]
Yeah. You make that real easy. Either she's got a high tolerance for stupid bullshit, or she's too dumb to notice.
[ or a lot smarter than either of them. he tries to wipe some of the plaster dust off his jacket, but it doesn't help much. someone's going to ask questions when he gets back. ]
[ david says it instantly without thinking, a little defensive maybe, but she's still his girl regardless of his feelings toward her. it's not a big deal. ]
[ evan glances over at him, eyes narrowing. that was immediate. defensive. aggressive, in a way that only evan can interpret. well, only him and his father. it's defensive, therefore it's in their way - a bad trait to inherit. ]
If she's dating you, she can't be that bright.
[ which opens him up to the possibility of what he's done with david says about him, a fact he realizes much too late. ]
[ it's there on the tip of his tongue — what does that say about you then? — but it doesn't come out. david rolls his eyes after a moment, shakes his head. ]
Dunno about that. I'm good looking, rich, and a good fuck. I'd say she's doin' pretty well.
[ david says it as a joke without thinking, but the words catch up with him and he realises what he said after a second, a brief moment of horror showing on his face before he clears his throat and turns to... leave? where even is the exit. fuck. ]
[ evan's expression doesn't change all that much, but it does freeze. and they were doing so well, weren't they?
he doesn't argue when david abruptly turns away. doesn't say a word, in fact, just stepping back almost too fast to give him room to escape back through the hole the two of them made in the wall, which has the way out to the alley that used to serve as the way into the brewery. he stares at the far wall instead, unwilling to even acknowledge how stupid all this was.
he'll do that later, when he's cleaning the jacket. when he's got time to think. right now, he just wants to pretend neither one of them said anything stupid. ]
[ david hesitates for a moment, because surely leaving like this is making it more of an issue than it has to be, but he's fucking mortified. he's not an easy man to embarrass, so when he feels the heat of it on his skin, david decides it's time to get out of there ASAP. besides, it's not like evan's never fucked up and said something that ruined the mood, he'll understand. ]
[ even if he doesn't, who fucking cares. david walks out — not rushing, but at a brisk pace anyway — not stopping until he leaves by the same door he entered the building through. then he takes a minute to lean against the wall, searching his pockets for a pack of cigarettes. ]
[ fucking stupid, always running his mouth. david pushes a hand through his hair, tugs on it with a grimace like that'll help him get his head on right. no less calm by the time he fumbles out a smoke and lights up, but maybe by the end of it his head will settle. or he'll go start a fight somewhere, one of two options. ]
[ evan waits inside for what he feels like is the right amount of time for david to fuck off before trying to brush more dust off his jacket and heading back through the wall. right to the exit, right to where he can get out of here and pretend none of this ever happened.
except david hasn't left. he's standing just outside, smoking, like this is the right place to do it. evan stops dead, stares at him, expression somewhere between real embarrassment and irritation and that ever-present rage, and then he looks down at the packet of cigarettes and gives up. ]
Pass one over.
[ nobody's around and besides, it's not exactly damning to bum a smoke off someone. ]
[ david jumps when he hears evan's voice — it's small, little more than a flinch in his shoulders, but it happens. ]
[ once the moment passes, he exhales a plume of smoke though his nose and offers out the pack to evan without looking at him. he doesn't need to see the look on evan's face to know what it probably is, the man's annoyed and angry about everything all the time. not that david's so different, but he hides it well. ]
There ain't another way. Everything's blocked off or fucked up.
[ that's not exactly true - there's at least one or two other ways out, further into the brewery. but this was closest, and he honestly assumed david was gone.
he takes the cigarette and lights up in a quick movement. there's times and places to smoke, and this is one of them. ]
[ evan snorts, then takes a drag and lets out the smoke maybe too quickly. it's not helping, but it's something to do with his hands while they're standing here, making things worse by not leaving. ]
Sure.
[ do it somewhere else, he wants to say. except he's still standing here too. ]
I'm gonna take her out to that fucking - party up at the history museum this weekend. If you're going, let me know so I can keep out of your way.
[ he honestly isn't sure why he's giving this away early. he probably shouldn't. he doubts david will be there, especially with what's-her-name. but that might be something his family wants to see him at, which means the less contact they have, the better. ]
Yeah. Maybe I'll, uh-- Maybe I'll find something else to do that day.
[ tragically, he would kind of like to go, but whatever this weird energy is between them probably isn't gonna be solved by then. best probably to just keep himself entirely out of evan's orbit in public as much as he can until then. however the fuck that works. ]
[ right now though? david has no fucking idea what to do with himself. part of him is still amped up for a fight, another part of him just wants to go and lay face down in his bed, and yet neither of those options sound any good right now. ]
[ the nicotine isn't helping, but it can't do everything. normally he'd go get drunk but even he knows that'd be a terrible idea. this all started because they were drinking. and because of women, but drinking will make this a lot worse.
what about now? what about it? he sucks in another hard breath. ]
I'm leaving. Got shit to do. [ no he doesn't. but he's not going to stay here another minute if he doesn't have to, despite having continued to stay so far. ] Not going out the rest of the week. Too much going on. So don't worry about me showing up.
[ he has a lot of pent-up energy and he's willing to bet the same is true for evan, and david's not one to compete, but he's willing to bet evan's girl can't keep up with him like he can. ]
[ he's also not gonna play desperate, even if it's been a while. pushes away from the wall to actually leave this time and crushes his finished smoke under his boot. picture of nonchalance when he clarifies: ] You should come over if you find some time.
[ the offer almost shocks him. evan stares at david, not sure he heard that right.
if he did it's the stupidest offer he's heard yet today. if it's not, it's the stupidest insult he's run into yet. of course the urge to just give in and burn out this tension in private, the way they've tended to resolve things ever since that one big fight where they almost crossed the line, is almost overwhelming, but he also knows he wants to break david's skull and that going back to his place would be phenomenally stupid.
it takes him almost a full ten seconds to respond. ]
[ he's caught between wanting to, if only to show david why it's a bad idea, and wanting to because he wants to, and not wanting to because he doesn't want to make things even worse. they were just fighting about women, weren't they? and now david's asking him to -
evan takes another drag on his cigarette that shortens it by a lot more than it should, and lets out the smoke almost immediately. he's never had much impulse control on his own, especially if it was something his father wouldn't know about. and this is that at its base. ]
You're a fucking idiot.
[ but so is he, which is why he doesn't storm off after he crushes out the unfinished cigarette. ]
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after a few seconds, though, he takes it, lets david help pull him to his feet. and after he personally started all this stupid bullshit. how the fuck does he keep ending up like this? ]
Least your girl might not be a total waste of time. Probably just spend all your money while you do whatever the fuck you want.
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[ david shrugs a shoulder, looks a little forlornly at where his sunglasses ended up broken on the floor during the scuffle, (because was it really anything more than that?) he liked that pair. his own fault for not taking them off first, really, but still. ]
Still don't understand why you were so pissed about her.
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You show girls off all the time but you just keep it going with her. Felt like you were ...
[ there's a second where the reality of it flashes across his mind, but it disappears before he can get a hand on it. ]
Laughing at me.
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[ david honestly seems more surprised by that than anything, brows pinched in confusion. why does he feel like he has to reassure evan-- better yet, why does he want to? it's strange that evan would take it so personally, as if what's between them is-- as if it's serious somehow. ]
S'got nothin' to do with you, I promise. She's a good time, like I said. That's all.
[ he almost adds that he'd be a much bigger asshole about it if he was trying to shove a girl in evan's face — find one who's his type for starters, maybe even one he's actually kind of into — but he decides maybe it's for the best if he leaves that out. ]
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jealousy is a problem for him, and always has been, but not like this. it was always more entitlement than actual envy. ]
Yeah. Sure. All right.
[ the idea of those two getting married doesn't make him angrier, but that's probably because the idea of david getting married seems about as ridiculous as evan getting married does to david. ]
Just been a while. Like I said. Never seen you stick with one person that long.
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[ years at this point. most girls can only tolerate him a couple of weeks at most once they sober up, that's about the point where the fact that he's an asshole outweighs the money and the fancy places and all that shit. this girl... if he was actually into women, she'd be a perfect fit, it's insane. first time he's actually felt guilty about one of these girls. ]
Surprised, honestly. Most of 'em get sick of me pretty sharpish.
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Yeah. You make that real easy. Either she's got a high tolerance for stupid bullshit, or she's too dumb to notice.
[ or a lot smarter than either of them. he tries to wipe some of the plaster dust off his jacket, but it doesn't help much. someone's going to ask questions when he gets back. ]
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[ david says it instantly without thinking, a little defensive maybe, but she's still his girl regardless of his feelings toward her. it's not a big deal. ]
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If she's dating you, she can't be that bright.
[ which opens him up to the possibility of what he's done with david says about him, a fact he realizes much too late. ]
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Dunno about that. I'm good looking, rich, and a good fuck. I'd say she's doin' pretty well.
[ so take that, evan!!! ]
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And dumb as shit. Impulsive. Drunk.
[ there's not quite as much vitriol in there as usual, though. ]
Maybe you're meant for each other in that case.
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[ david says it as a joke without thinking, but the words catch up with him and he realises what he said after a second, a brief moment of horror showing on his face before he clears his throat and turns to... leave? where even is the exit. fuck. ]
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he doesn't argue when david abruptly turns away. doesn't say a word, in fact, just stepping back almost too fast to give him room to escape back through the hole the two of them made in the wall, which has the way out to the alley that used to serve as the way into the brewery. he stares at the far wall instead, unwilling to even acknowledge how stupid all this was.
he'll do that later, when he's cleaning the jacket. when he's got time to think. right now, he just wants to pretend neither one of them said anything stupid. ]
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[ even if he doesn't, who fucking cares. david walks out — not rushing, but at a brisk pace anyway — not stopping until he leaves by the same door he entered the building through. then he takes a minute to lean against the wall, searching his pockets for a pack of cigarettes. ]
[ fucking stupid, always running his mouth. david pushes a hand through his hair, tugs on it with a grimace like that'll help him get his head on right. no less calm by the time he fumbles out a smoke and lights up, but maybe by the end of it his head will settle. or he'll go start a fight somewhere, one of two options. ]
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except david hasn't left. he's standing just outside, smoking, like this is the right place to do it. evan stops dead, stares at him, expression somewhere between real embarrassment and irritation and that ever-present rage, and then he looks down at the packet of cigarettes and gives up. ]
Pass one over.
[ nobody's around and besides, it's not exactly damning to bum a smoke off someone. ]
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[ once the moment passes, he exhales a plume of smoke though his nose and offers out the pack to evan without looking at him. he doesn't need to see the look on evan's face to know what it probably is, the man's annoyed and angry about everything all the time. not that david's so different, but he hides it well. ]
Thought you'd leave a different way.
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[ that's not exactly true - there's at least one or two other ways out, further into the brewery. but this was closest, and he honestly assumed david was gone.
he takes the cigarette and lights up in a quick movement. there's times and places to smoke, and this is one of them. ]
Thought you'd have left already.
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Wanted to take a minute first, I guess.
[ just to cool off after whatever the fuck all that was. ]
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Sure.
[ do it somewhere else, he wants to say. except he's still standing here too. ]
I'm gonna take her out to that fucking - party up at the history museum this weekend. If you're going, let me know so I can keep out of your way.
[ he honestly isn't sure why he's giving this away early. he probably shouldn't. he doubts david will be there, especially with what's-her-name. but that might be something his family wants to see him at, which means the less contact they have, the better. ]
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[ tragically, he would kind of like to go, but whatever this weird energy is between them probably isn't gonna be solved by then. best probably to just keep himself entirely out of evan's orbit in public as much as he can until then. however the fuck that works. ]
[ right now though? david has no fucking idea what to do with himself. part of him is still amped up for a fight, another part of him just wants to go and lay face down in his bed, and yet neither of those options sound any good right now. ]
[ he tilts his head to look toward evan. ]
What about now?
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what about now? what about it? he sucks in another hard breath. ]
I'm leaving. Got shit to do. [ no he doesn't. but he's not going to stay here another minute if he doesn't have to, despite having continued to stay so far. ] Not going out the rest of the week. Too much going on. So don't worry about me showing up.
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[ he has a lot of pent-up energy and he's willing to bet the same is true for evan, and david's not one to compete, but he's willing to bet evan's girl can't keep up with him like he can. ]
[ he's also not gonna play desperate, even if it's been a while. pushes away from the wall to actually leave this time and crushes his finished smoke under his boot. picture of nonchalance when he clarifies: ] You should come over if you find some time.
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if he did it's the stupidest offer he's heard yet today. if it's not, it's the stupidest insult he's run into yet. of course the urge to just give in and burn out this tension in private, the way they've tended to resolve things ever since that one big fight where they almost crossed the line, is almost overwhelming, but he also knows he wants to break david's skull and that going back to his place would be phenomenally stupid.
it takes him almost a full ten seconds to respond. ]
Are you fucking serious?
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[ david pauses just enough to give evan a confused look. why would that be a joke? they've both got a bunch of energy to work off, why not? ]
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evan takes another drag on his cigarette that shortens it by a lot more than it should, and lets out the smoke almost immediately. he's never had much impulse control on his own, especially if it was something his father wouldn't know about. and this is that at its base. ]
You're a fucking idiot.
[ but so is he, which is why he doesn't storm off after he crushes out the unfinished cigarette. ]
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