burning bridges.

eleven

dominic observed elijah dancing to the vibey beat, together with some other dude. he watched as the boy started grinding up against elijah, getting way too comfy in his opinion.

dom what the fuck why are you worrying about this, he asked himself.

elijah didn't seem to be bothered by the other getting quite friendly with him, he was probably very tipsy, realized dom as he saw him laughing as he threw his head back.

he was steaming with anger, making a fist with the hand that wasn't holding the shot glass, trying to prevent himself from going over there and punching the guy.

why would he want to punch him? he didn't even know.

he watched the couple dancing, laughing as they brushed against each other, sliding to the music.

dom forcefully pushed his glass down, getting up from the bar stool and walking up to the lovebirds.

"dominic? what are you doing here?" elijah yelled above the music upon noticing the older's presence. before he could make out what was going on, he watched as dom grabbed tyler, who was still dancing, and swung his fist to land on the boy's jaw, making him stumble back in pain. tyler reached for his bleeding cheek, screaming "ow! what the actual fuck!"

elijah had his hand on his mouth, trembling from the violence he just witnessed. dom jiggled his pulse, saying "damn, i almost hurt my fist." more in cockiness than in actual pain. tyler, who had regained his posture, now supporting a red and swollen jaw, yelled "what is your angle, dude?"

before dom could make an annoying remark about the dancing, he was pulled into the bathroom by elijah, who was more in need of an explanation than the boy standing outside. desperate for some quietude, the bathroom was the first thing he thought of.

he shoved him against the wall, the older supporting a snicker on his face. "what was that?" he let out, his brows forming a crease in his forehead. dom didn't reply, but he was definitely annoyed.

"dom, i don't know what you're doing here but i know for sure you didn't have the right to use tyler as your punching bag." elijah continued.

"ah, so that's his name." dom smirked, looking over his shoulder to the bathroom door.

the younger sighed in frustration. "this isn't funny! unless you explain why the hell you just punched the guy, i'm calling the police." he threatened.

of course he wouldn't call 911 on dominic, he just wanted an explanation.

"...he was touching you" the older said, folding his arms to rest on his chest, not knowing how else to put it.

elijah let his jaw hang open slightly as he let go of dom's shoulders. he didn't say anything, walking out of the bathroom and ignoring tyler calling for him, leaving the club in a mingle of confusion and irritation.