The Maid's Son

06: Wasted

Eric's POV
Drinking the best way to clear my mind, even thought I'm on my way to my usual bar I know I can't drink. I pull into the parking lot of the bar, the place looks super sketchy but there were security cameras everywhere. Thought they were hidden there are guards standing in the dark area in case of emergency. Graffiti line the walls all around the entrance of the bar but that adds to the vibe, "E-Eric...where the hell are we?!"

I look over at Chris who was obviously freaking out, I know that he's used to high end, super clean, super expensive places. So this was probably very new and maybe even scary for him, I smirk not answering him. I get out the car closing the door then walking around to his side, I knock on his window then open his door "Come on out princess, time to live up to your words." He shook his head looking genuinely worried as he continued fidgeting looking around every where, I sigh bending down looking into the car.

"Hey Chris, look at me." I don't think he even heard me speaking to him, I gently grab his chin forcing him to look at me. "Christian it's fine. Hey it's ok I got you" his heterochromic eyes searched my face before he relaxed and pushed my hand away. "I'm fine you don't have to console me, let's go in. I'm a man of my word!" He finally gets out the car with a lot of gusto as we head to the door, a big buff guy steps up. He keeps a mean look on his face which obviously intimidates Chris, "ID's" he spoke with his deep and gravely voice.

The guy then looks over to me and I smile, he laughs "Eric!" "Ralph!" I give him a usually bro hug patting his back before we pull apart. Chris stood there confused as I spoke to Ralph, "So is this your boyfriend? Aren't you going to introduce me?" I look to Christian who was suddenly bright red, "I-I'm not...We're not...N-No I don't, we are not...dating!" I laugh lowly, I put arm over his shoulder pulling him close to me "This is my husband, get it right."

Ralph smirks raising an eyebrow as I watch Christian mentality combust, "Head on in, have fun with your husband" Ralph spoke giving me a sly smile. Christian was still rambling on about how we weren't husband and that we weren't married, I shoved my hands into my pocket and began walking to a familiar head of curly hair. Another on of my best friends, I only had two but Camron was like me. Gay.

"Camy!" I yelled happily as I reached the bar with and still nervous Christian in tow. Camron Roe, 5'8 gay fem boy with divorced parents. I met him in my last year of elementary school, 5th grade. Some kids were picking on him for having Barbie blond hair. I had planned to go over to help get those little assholes in their place after they dumped a carton chocolate milk on his head. I didn't even get halfway across the cafeteria because he pulled out some judo move. How the hell was anyone supposed to know the new kid was a black belt in judo? Black belt is the highest most adult ever reach, we were all between ten and eleven!

The small boy dressed in a crop black tee with black jeans shorts jumped at me yelling his name making his curly half purple half black hair bounce. He spun around then began storming over with a glare etched on his face, it only made his freckles appear more pronounced. Thought his bright eyes were glaring at me they were still mesmerizing, his eyes are a light green with a red-ish brown color stretching out from behind his black pupils. I smirk raking my eyes down to his mesh covered thighs, his feet were hidden in black and yellow jadon platform boots. My eyes go back up to his crop top which read 'Daddy's Boy' I big yellow letters, that only made me smile more.

"Eric what the fuck did I tell you about calling me 'Camy' you goddamn bastard" I hold back a laugh as he curses at me, he's always had a foul mouth so it's fun to mess with him. "Nice shirt" I say changing the topic and he immediately forgets about me calling him 'Camy', he also has a short attention span even if he never forgets anything. "I bet you like it huh?" He says this in a flirty manner and I decide to play along, leaning over the counter I whisper to him while keeping eye contact "Why don't you come show daddy what a good boy you are."