Drugs, Sex, and Money (boyxboy)

14

The two got new drinks and went into the private lounge to talk because Dominic could tell that Mack was visibly uncomfortable by the crowd. The only reason he stayed as long as he had was because he promised to help Michael and he would've felt terrible if he left without completing the task he was given and breaking someone's trust in him.

"How long have you been like this?" Dominic asked and sipped his drink.
"Like what?" Mack wondered.
"Jittery. Nervous. To yourself. Your leg has been bouncing since I've been here and you tap on your glass like you're waiting for something to happen."
"Oh...I don't know. Since I can remember. I don't think I've ever really been extroverted or a people person. It's not that I hate people, I don't. I'm just...well I guess I'm scared of them."
"You're scared of them?"

Mack ignored that question because he didn't want to go into detail.

"When I was younger, I was uhh...I was told to take up a sport and maybe it would help me gain friends so I did football but...I was still to myself then. That was too many people. But I did enjoy playing. It was great. I like the rush of excercise and the strength that comes with it. It was fun so I just fell in love with the sport in silence."
"You look like a football player." Dominic stated.
Mack snickered. "I actually can't tell if that's a good thing or not."
"It's a good thing." Dominic answered and sipped his drink.

That sentence made Mack even more nervous.

"Uhh...Did you...play anything?" Mack asked in return and shyly took a sip.
"No. I was only there to get decent enough grades to graduate."
"Oh..."
"Now that you mention it, I don't and haven't had a single hobby."
"Strange. None at all? Your entire life?"
"That's right. I just wanted to do enough to where people didn't think I was dumb but I wouldn't strive to be excellent. That sounded like too much pressure and I didn't feel like going through it. I'd rather do just enough to not make anyone too excited but also not make anyone too disappointed because I don't feel like dealing with other people's emotions. I was also kind of a dick my senior year."
"A dick how?"
"I was a bully. I hated when anyone tried to speak to me, even the teachers. I became standoffish and unapproachable. Everyone just started to make it a habit to speak to me as little as possible, even some of the faculty. Which was a change of pace because before then, I was pretty okay. But I don't regret it. I missed out on a lot of annoyance and drama by going quiet and dark."
"You seem like a relatively good people person now though." Mack stated.
"That what you see?" Dominic joked and sipped his drink more.
"Yea. Well, I mean, you're not a dick to me."
"That's because it's hard to be. You're like a chocolate lab. If I was mean to you it'd be really fucked up because you don't do shit to anybody."
"Oh..."

...

An hour passed and the two were on their fourth and fifth drinks. Both were slightly tipsy but they still sat and talked to each other.

"So what's with Michael choosing this exact place for us to meet?" Mack questioned and sipped.
"Probably because he knows it's the place I go to the most. If he picked anywhere else it would've been more suspicious. I've had a couple of times where he's tried to walk in here looking for me. Sometimes he gets in and sometimes he doesn't but I think that's because his face and his height confuses the bouncers."
"So then this is your favorite spot?"
"You could say that if you want to, yea. And I know the guy that owns it so..."
"Is that how you got us in here?" Mack asked followed by a hiccup.
"Yea. I don't really care for him but it doesn't hurt to have helpful acquaintances."
"You seem like you don't care for anyone."

Dominic just shrugged.

"If we're being honest, neither do you."
"I care for people, I just don't have many people in my circle."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. You just seem like you don't like anyone." Mack observed.
"I get that a lot." Dominic stated.
"Is it true? I know it used to be. But is it still true now?"
"I don't have a solid answer for that. Maybe it is. I don't like talking to people. It's exhausting. I do enough to get by but I won't force a conversation. I don't force friendships. I can go my entire life without any if it came down to it." Dominic stated and sipped his drink.
"Hm."

Dominic checked the time and realized it was later than he'd thought. He thought that he could be at home getting high out of his mind right now but instead he was conversing with some hot, anxiety ridden, football star with a twitching problem.

"Hey..." Mack began.
"Yea?"
"Do you wear a suit everywhere you go?" he hiccuped and asked sweetly.
"For the most part, yea." Dominic answered.
"Why?" Mack wondered.
"I don't know. Just started wearing it and liked it I guess. I take pride in looking nice."
"Hm."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Something."
"No, I like it."
"You like me in a suit?" Dominic smirked.
"Yea..."
"Mm. If you like that then you should see me out of it." Dominic replied and sipped his drink.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Yea. Let me see you out of it." Mack instructed.

It wasn't that he made Dominic nervous, it's that it was the last thing he expected Mack to say. He was expecting a few stuttering syllables and blood red cheeks. But he didn't get that. Mack just looked into Dominic's eyes as he sipped his liquor.

Talk about liquid courage, Dominic thought.

He got up.

"Where are you going?" Mack wondered followed by a hiccup.
"You wanna see or not?" Dom asked as he kept walking.
Mack got up to follow.