Let the Record Show

Mac and Dennis: A Dumpster Fire of Revelations

Philadelphia City Hall

Pushing the bathroom door open with full force, Dennis strolled inside with a cheery little whistle. For the first time in days, he took off his sunglasses. Hanging them neatly on the front of his shirt.

Ok, he wasn't sure if he was gonna win this case. He'd say it was probably 65% in his favor, but that's only because Jack Kelly was a moron. In reality, Dennis even thought about representing himself, but stealing Jack away from Charlie's defense was just another cherry on top.

He caught his reflection in the mirror as he finished zipping up and gave a little wink. It was nice not wincing at the sight of his eyes, though they did sting with the cocky move. They were still puffy and red. Worst of all itchy. But, the swelling had gone down. He even considered forgoing the sunglasses for the rest of the trial.

Dennis was ready to get back in there and win this when he caught sight of the stalls behind him. Floor to ceiling cubicles, the kind any normal man would have been oblivious to. Dennis though, he was observant. Always aware of his surroundings. He spotted the faint outline of someone peeking behind the stall doors before they pulled back.

Dennis straightened, debating what he should do. He was having a good day. Helping out some poor creep might just be fun. After all, he did have another thirty minutes to kill.

Stepping back from the mirror he turned to the stall door and gave it a little shove. It swung open and, to Dennis's disappointment, it was some lonely creep looking for desperate men in the bathroom.

"Mac, what the hell are you doing here?" They made eye contact, Mac visibly wincing at the sight of Dennis. Apparently, his eyes didn't look any better.

Mac hesitated for a moment. Then, very quietly said: "We need to talk."

"No," was Dennis's answer. Plain and simple. There was no way in hell they were discussing this any further. He turned to leave when Mac pulled him back.

"I'm serious Dennis! I need to talk to you!"

Dennis laughed, trying to play it cool but even he recognized it sounded forced. "Talk? Talk about what Mac? There's nothing to talk about!"

"When you said—"

"I said I didn't want you at the trial Mac!" Dennis deflected, quickly changing the subject he knew Mac didn't actually want to discuss. "I told you to stay at the apartment and not talk to Charlie, yet here you are!"

"Dennis..."

"Mac, don't make this weird," he warned.

"Dennis I'm in love with you!" And he did it. Mac fucking did it. He made it really goddamn weird.

Dennis pretended he couldn't hear him, walking as fast as he could to the door. Nope! Nope, this was not happening!

"Dennis? Dennis please, ok? Just listen!" Mac somehow slipped in front of him, blocking his path. Dennis was strong, but Mac had more muscle in his favor. Plus, Dennis was suddenly feeling very light-headed.

"Mac you do not love me—" he tried but Mac was already rambling on.

"I do! Dennis, I've been in love with you for years and it wasn't until the other night with Charlie and Doc that I realized it! That it finally hit me! And really, we're perfect for one another! I'm gay, you're obviously into dudes so, like, it'd work!"

"It would not!" Dennis yelled, and god he didn't mean to. Mac just did this to him! "You don't love me, okay Mac? You'll find someone. Someone who's kind and nice and looks after you, but I just can't be that guy!"