Dead Plate (Rody X Vincent)

Chapter 5

Désolé = I'm sorry/sorry

Rody sat up with a groan, holding his throbbing head. His memories of the night before were hazy.

Blinking blearily, he cast a wary glance at the shattered mirror that sat on the wall. Staring back at him was an absolute mess of a man. With hair sticking up every which way, a strange bruise on his head, dried vomit on the front of his shirt and beneath his bloodshot eyes were dark bags. He looked like he had aged ten years overnight.

"What the hell..." Rody's voice echoed in the empty room, the sound foreign and unfamiliar to his own ears.

He let out a long sigh, combing his hair back with his fingers.

He racked his brain, trying to remember what had occurred while he was out on that walk.

"Rody?" Rody leapt off the ground a few feet, before whirling around and punching on instinct. There was a bam, followed by a groan as his fist connected with something.

His eyes landed on Vincent, who was kneeling over on the ground, holding his nose.

Rody leapt up from his couch, staggering as the blood rushed to his head from getting up too fast. "Oh my God!" He cried out, placing his hands on his head. "I punched Vincent!"

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Rody practically threw his bike against the wall of the bistro. He burst through the door, causing the bell to have a seizure. The conversations that filled the bistro stopped and everyone turned to look at him. He stood in the doorway, breathing heavily.

He spotted Vincent standing next to a booth table. He wore a waiter's outfit similar to Rody's and held a small notepad. His initial look of shock twisted into one of annoyance. He said something to the people sitting at the booth before calmly making his way over to Rody.

"Vince, I-" Vincent reached out and grabbed Rody by his untied bow. "Where the hell have you been?" He hissed, his voice sending a shiver down Rody's spine. He began pulling Rody towards the double doors of the kitchen. Rody's face was red from embarrassment as he could feel the eyes of all the diners on him.

When Vincent and Rody entered the kitchen, the cooks all began working faster and Rody could practically see the nervous sweat flying from their faces.

Vincent paid them no mind and pulled Rody into his office.

Rody began to sweat more than the cooks as Vincent stood in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest. Maybe this was where he would get fired.

"Vince, I-"

"Why did you come today?" Vincent demanded, cutting him off.

"I- wait... what?" Rody stared at him blankly, his lips parted slightly in surprise.

"You're hungover for Christ sakes!"

Hungover? Rody had drank last night? That would explain his hazy memories.

"What happened last night?" He asked, wanting to make sure. Vincent stared back at him, flabbergasted.

"You- you don't remember?" He stuttered. Rody nodded. Vincent's glare returned. "Of course you don't." He seemed upset about that.

"Just go home, Rody. You can come back to work tomorrow." He grumbled, fixing his own bow tie. "You look like a mess."

Rody just nodded once again before taking the walk of shame through the bistro. He could hear the whispers of the diners as their eyes followed him. He slunk over to his bike that had toppled over from the impact of hitting the wall of the restaurant. He let out a soft sigh as he picked it up.

Rody realized he hadn't apologized to Vincent. He loudly cursed, earning a glare from a woman covering the ears of her young child. Rody blushed immediately in embarrassment, his ear heating up. "Désolé, madam." He muttered.

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As Rody rode aimlessly through the bustling streets of the city, the rhythmic whirr of his bike tires against the pavement provided a comforting backdrop to his wandering thoughts. He didn't feel like returning to his apartment. He'd just end up sulking around anyways. He came to a stop at a park. Children played, couples walked around the small garden and even the elderly were playing chess. Rody parked his bike, breathing in the fresh air. He sat down on a bench, shutting his eyes.

"Well look who it is!" Without his suit he was hard to recognize. "You doing okay? You sure did drink a lot last night."

IM SORRY FOR MY ABSENCE I WAS GROUNDED😭