Tenement Funster

Wild Horses...

Roger knocked on the door and took a deep breath.  Rehearsing the words he had come up with on his way over.  He heard footsteps and a pause and he knew she was looking through the spyhole to see who it was.  He smiled as he purposely looked right at the tiny hole.  The sound of a lock being undone made him smile wider as the door jerked open and Mel's face appeared in the small opening.  She wore a scowl.

"What do you want?"  she asked in a cross tone.  

"To apologize..."  Roger told her diplomatically.  He noted her face softened a little hearing the word.  She crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame.

"I'm listening..."  she replied.  The blond purposely lowered his eyelids as he spoke; invoking his most endearing look to win her over.  

"I'm sorry about tonight..." Roger began.  "I don't know what came over me..."  he said and looked a bit embarrassed.  "We both had a Mandie and I guess it went to our heads!"  Roger said with a touch of innocence.  Mel's eyebrows raised with suspicion.

"I know you were high!"  Mel responded with contempt.  "Care to explain why you let him touch you like that?"  she questioned with a touch of distaste.    

"Oh come on Mel!"  he told her.  "It was the song and all...you know that song gets me going..."  he told her as he reached up and ran his fingers across her folded arm.  Giving her a lighthearted smile.  "It was just a bit of fun..."  he pointed out.  He could see her annoyance wavering and felt he would succeed in getting her past this tense moment.  

"It may have been a bit of fun for you...but I'm starting to think Brian fancies you..."  she said warily.  "Is he a poof or something?"  she questioned.   Roger rolled his eyes to emphasize his next statement.

"Nahh....he's just likes the glam stuff and all..."  Roger responded.  "Besides...do you really think he'd be my type if I was?"  he said with amusement.  Mel smiled back and then looked at him with her own sense of amusement. 

"Probably not..."  she agreed and they both laughed lightly.  Roger looked at her sincerely and leaned in a little closer.  Gazing right in her eyes.  Feeling he had smoothed things over.

No harm done...right?"  he asked her.  Her arms dropped from their defensive position and she reached for his hand. 

"No..."  she agreed and widened the door to allow him inside her flat.

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Brian went over Margo's cleaning instructions and mentally checked off the items he had finished.  He proceeded to dust the living room as he thought about the events of the previous day.  His birthday had been remarkable for more than one reason.  Most of them good for a change.  Spending the morning with Roger had been ideal.  The lazy sex after sleeping in and then enjoying a great breakfast he didn't have to cook only enhanced his day.   He partly wished they had never run into Mel and Abby.  While he enjoyed every minute he spent with Roger at the club, the turn of events with Mel storming out had dampened the evening.  The others left the club in solidarity and Roger had then revealed Mel's plans to move to Manchester.

 The consideration of actually pursuing a relationship with Roger had weighed on his mind throughout the night.  It had left him tossing and turning as he mulled over what it would mean to his life.  He woke up late and feeling a little thick from the drink and the pill he had taken.  A shower and some physical work seemed to help but his thoughts remained on the topic at hand.  If he actually dated Roger, how would that work?  They didn't live in the same part of London.  They had different schedules and friends.  Being with him meant embracing he was homosexual and having to live more of a double life than he ever had.  It felt daunting to say the least.  How would it work?