The Leavers

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ring

Lee rings the doorbell to Peter's apartment.

There's silence for a moment, followed by the two sharing nervous glances.

Suddenly, the sound of the door unlocking spooks them and the door slowly creaks open.

"Oh, hello Lee.!"

Stood in the doorway is Peter. Short blonde hair, freckled cheeks and a thick moustache. He's dressed loosely in a pale yellow dress shirt and belted jeans.
"Peter! How you doin'?" Lee asks as he hugs Peter.
"Good! Good to see you." Peter responds before glancing over at the quiet Jon, shrouded in a fatigued gloom.
"You're here with a friend." He says, meeting Jon's tired gaze with a faint smile.
"This is Jon. A british guy who's here for another british guy, if you have one hanging around.." Lee adds.
"Oh you mean 'ole Jim? Yeahhh, he's just in here. Said something about a Jon. HEY JIMMY. YOU GOT A VISITOR." Peter calls into the apartment.
"IS IT JON?"
"YEAH. YOUR BOY JON IS HERE."
"BRING HIM IN."
Jimmy and Peter call to eachother.
"Make sure to take your shoes off. I like my carpets." Peter winks comically at Jon who smiles weakly.

The two walk in, bombarded by the tasteful stench of cigarette smoke and cologne.
Shoes off, Lee heads straight into the kitchen leaving Jon to amble around like a lost child briefly before finding his way into the living space. The apartment is relatively small, but clean. Minimalistic decor and furniture sit about, as do rewards and framed music posters on the walls.

"What happened to you?" Jimmy questions.
Jon turns his head in the direction of his voice to see him sat comfortably in a seat, legs crossed and stretched out to rest on the coffee table. In one hand is a cigarette.

"Uh, I got lost."
"Beaten up? Sleep on the streets? Hookup?" Jimmy furrows his brows as he asks, analysing Jon's disheveled appearance.
"I think I sniffed something. I don't know. I woke up in a random guy's house and he took me here."
"You woke up in his house..." Jimmy whispers, grinning.
"Jimmy i'm not gay."
"Yeah, okay...it's okay if you swing that way." Jimmy adds, still grinning as he side-eyes Jon.
"Jimmy.." Jon sighs, rubbing his temple in defeat.

Jimmy takes a swig from the pint of beer beside him on another coffee table.
"You met Peter?" He asks.
"Yeah, kinda? You sleep here or something...Jimmy...oh my god you swing that way?" Jon jokes.
"Yeah and no. Don't pull that on me. He's a friend, Jon." Jimmy responds, face slightly red.. "If it's any consolation, I took the couch."
"YEAH, 'CAUSE YOU VOMITED TWICE." Peter yells from the kitchen.
Jon gives Jimmy a disappointed but humoured expression.
"You drank too much again?" He asks.
"I don't know. Forgot a lot of what happened last night."
"Makes the both of us. Cheers" Jon responds before raising a pretend glass.