What started with a random number (BXB) (GAY)

Bitchy little owner.

Red turned his head to look at the man, seemingly annoyed.
"Do you need something?" He asked through gritted teeth.
"You think it's okay to just make my employees cry like that?" The man questioned, narrowing his eyes at Red.
"I mean," Red scoffed, pulling his arm away from the man. "she was acting like a little, flirtatious bitch."

The man clicked his tongue before asking, "Do you know who I am?" Red looked the man up and down, crossing his arms over his chest.
"No, so you're clearly not relevant enough," He answered.

Irritated, the man took a step forward.
"I am the owner of this restaurant. I could have you banned." Red looked the man up and down.
"I wouldn't mind. Your cheap ass food isn't to my liking," Red responded, turning back around to walk out.
"Let's go, Emory."

As they started walking again, the owner shoved Red. Red stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder.
"Don't put your hands on me," Red stated, starting to get irritated. Emory glared at the man before clicking his tongue.
"You look like a real dick, you know that? You have a shitty personality and you probably make your employees suck your dick for a raise," Emory snapped, flipping the man off.

The man clenched his jaw and took a few steps forward, advancing towards Emory.
"Listen here, you little shit," He hissed, continuing to walk up to Emory. Red extended his arm in front of Emory, blocking the man's path.
"Back the fuck up, alright?" Red muttered, narrowing his eyes.
"What? Is your little boyfriend a pussy?" The man teased, a grin spreading across his face.
"It's not for his safety, it's for yours," Red replied, lightly shoving the man back by his chest.

"Threatening me now? Maybe I should just call security," The man threatened, brushing his shirt off.
"Too much of a pussy to handle it yourself?" Red teased, smirking slightly. The man furrowed his brows, getting angrier by the second.
"Listen here, Young Man, I have more experience in life than you. If you know what's good for you, you'll just back down," The man grumbled, clenching his fists by his sides.

Red tilted his head to the side, scoffing. Emory rolled his eyes and made a finger gun with his hand, aiming it at the man before Red slapped it down and told him to stop.
"I don't back down from fights. I'm not scared of some old man who's overdue for a retirement home." The old man glanced around the restaurant before stomping up to Red, anger covering his full expression.

He stopped in front of Red and backhanded him across the face, causing Red's head to snap to the side. Red grinned and chuckled lightly before slowly turning his head back to face the man.

He grabbed the collar of the man and tugged him in, narrowing his eyes as he glared down at him. His eyes traveled down to the name tag pinned onto his shirt. He pulled it off and read it over before tossing it to the ground.
"Well, Tanner, I'm gonna kick your ass now," Red sneered, reaching behind Tanner's head and grabbing a handful of his hair. He then delivered a quick punch to his nose, sending him staggering a few inches back. He grunted as he placed a hand against the wall, stabilizing himself as he panted. His nose dripped blood and his eyes began watering.
"Crying already, are we?" Red teased, raising an eyebrow as he took a quick glance at Emory.
"Shut your mouth, you brat," The man muttered in response.

He got himself off the wall and wiped his nose off before stepping forward and shoving Red. Red took a single step back, not being affected much by the push. He kicked the man in the stomach and shoved him to the ground, to which Tanner lay there, gritting his teeth in pain as he held an arm around his stomach.
"Get the hell out of my restaurant, you- you bastard!" He yelled, shaking slightly as he stood up and ran to the back room.

Emory laughed as he watched him run away, entertained by the whole altercation.
"Right then, let's go," Red commanded, turning to walk out the door as Emory followed.

Once they got back to the car, Emory turned to Red and smirked.
"You know, I think it's funny that you let some old man hit you," Emory joshed, shrugging slightly. Red raised an eyebrow at Emory before responding.
"Emory Rosewood, I beat the shit out of that guy in a second. You didn't have the chance to lay a finger on Parker. I don't want to hear it." Emory rolled his eyes and buckled his seatbelt.
"I was just joking, holy shit," He muttered, eyeing Red up and down.
"I think you need a software update. Your attitude is outdated." Red scoffed, pulling out of the parking lot.

As they drove, Emory spoke up first.
"Stop taking me to restaurants and shit," He muttered, glancing sideways at Red.
"Why?"
"People keep saying shit,"
"Okay? And since when do you care about what other people say about you, Em?"
"Since they started calling us boyfriends." Red sighed in response, tapping his fingers against the wheel.
"Just ignore them. It's not a big deal."
"I'm not gay, Red! I don't wanna do this bullshit, it's stupid." Emory snapped, running a hand through his hair as he turned to look at the window.

Red stayed silent for a few seconds before speaking again.
"You know damn well you would keep doing it if people didn't talk about it," Red replied, glancing at Emory.
"No I wouldn't," Emory muttered, furrowing his brows.
"Yeah well, you kinda did."
"Um, nuh-uh," Red paused, looking Emory up and down.
"There is no way that you just said 'nuh-uh'," Red remarked, chuckling slightly.
"So?"
"Wouldn't expect to hear that out of your mouth."
"Well, you just did, so..."
"Mhm, and you're still going to restaurants with me if an offer stands," Red stated, turning his attention back to the road.
"I probably am."
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AUTHORS NOTE:
I had a fever of 103F while making this but can't disappoint the fans... I also missed my championship game because of my fever, but oh well.

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