@Aaron -- Drinks after work, Friday night →
When they finally make it outside the club, the winter air not only cools Aaron’s body but also his temper. Yeah, he’s still pissed, but he’s finding it a bit difficult to know exactly what he’s suppose to be pissed off about. Truthfully, he knows the answer to Tristan’s question is no, that it wasn’t necessary. There’s no way in hell that he’s going to admit it, so he just shots a harsh glare in Tristan’s direction as he waves down a cab.
He makes no attempts to sit close to Tristan in the cab and huddles close to his door, resting his head on the cool window. He doesn’t really want to get into this in the cab - and honestly he really needs time to come up with a good defense of his actions because he can’t really think of one. He figures he’ll try to deflect a bit to cover his ass. “Please… like I didn’t have a reason to start something with that asshole. He was all over you and you were only encouraging it.”
Aaron throws some money at the cabbie and doesn’t wait for Tristan to follow as he storms into the apartment building. He doesn’t bother waiting for the elevator - mainly because he doesn’t want to be trapped in any more enclosed spaces with Tristan, so he takes the stairs two at a time. The minute he gets in the door he throws his jacket off and rips off his shirt as he makes his way to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. He turns around and leans in the doorway of the kitchen, waiting for Tristan to get here, and tries to come up with a plan of attack.
“Seriously?”
That’s the best Tristan can do. Aaron is right, maybe a little bit, not that Tristan wants to own up to it. He stalks up the stairs after Aaron and pushes past him on his way to the bedroom, shucking his purple button down — Aaron’s favorite — on the way. He stalks back to the living room in just his wife beater and jeans, uncomfortably flushed from the dancing and the drinking and his frustration.
“You know I wasn’t doing anything,” he snaps, jabbing a finger at Aaron as he goes to get himself a bottle of water. “What, you think I was going to let him fuck me in the bathroom or something?”
He snorts. “Nice to know you think I’m that untrustworthy, Aaron, that is really very sweet.”
(Source: detectivekeats)
