Oh no. Gerard's seen the counter...this won't end well, but it was to help him. I don't care if he hated me for it, so long as he didn't die from drinking too much.
'Frank?' He said in a serious voice. Quite sinister, come to think of it...intimidating.
'Uh, yeah...Gee?' I was scared of him. I didn't like this Gerard.
'Where the fuck-' he stands up-'is my whiskey?!' He glared at me and strides into the kitchen. I knew he'd react negatively...but I didn't expect this. He was scaring me. His eyes were positively glowing with anger and hate. His hands were shaking.
'I, I uh...I hid it from you, Gee. Rays right. It's...it's dangerous...' FUCK! It's Monday...i checked my watch. I had an hour before I had to get to work, it's fine.
'Frank.' He walked right up to me, pulling me up by the collar of my shirt. 'Where the fuck have you put it?' He said calmly, but at the same time, extremely angry. Once again, he was very intimidating.
I sighed. Even if he beat me up, I wouldn't tell him. My body was used to getting beat up, it wouldn't make a difference to me.
'I'm not going to tell you, Gerard. I'm not. Beat me up, hit me, whatever. I still won't tell yowas being a lot braver than I felt. Gerard's eyes went extremely....well, dark. Evil. But then, suddenly...
'Fr-Frankie....please....don't do this to me...' He was crying. I felt the urge to retrieve all the bottles, to pour him a glass myself, but I couldn't, I couldn't do that to him. He needed to quit. I needed him to quit. He crumbled to the floor, tucking his legs up to his chest and resting his forehead on his knees, his arms wrapped around his shins. Crying his heart out. Over fucking beer. I fell next to him, pulling him towards me in a hug.
'Shh, shh, Gee....you know I can't do that, man...I'm only doing this for you...shhh.....' I started rocking him and he started crying into my chest.
'You d-don't need to, though, f-Frankie...please, please I'll be g-good-d....I swear....' This was breaking my heart. I didn't say anything. If I did, I'd give in and drag back all the bottles. And I couldn't. I couldn't do that.
I led him back to his room to sleep off his hangover, and I went back to my apartment to make sure everything was okay after spending the night at Gerard's. It was fine.
'Morning, Ray!'
'Hey, Frankie' he looked up at me from the morning paper. There was one person already there, who had blonde hair with a long(ish) fringe, and blue eyes. Ray pointed at him and told me his dance was Bob, and that he was friends with Gerard, too. I nodded at him and he nodded back.
'Hey Gee, c'mon out man!' I'd had the best day at work. Bob was cool and funny, Ray was nicer than I remembered, and I'm not gonna lie....a LOT of cute guys went to Rays diner. Some of them even gave me their number...I like this place.
Gerard opened the door slowly, and in all honesty, once again he looked awful. Not a hangover type awful, but....just awful. His hair was hanging in a red greasy curtain, the bags under his eyes had doubled; his eyes were just lifeless. And he was shaking, cigarette ash falling from his hand every time he shook.
'Whats up, Frankie?' He smiled at me. It made me feel a little better, at least.
'Rays is the best place to work! Like, out of anything anywhere, I'd pick to work at Rays. It rocks. Like seriously, it's awesome.' I started rambling off about what had happened today, and he chuckled and let me in. I noticed that he'd smoked more than usual today, his ash tray was full. I guess I couldn't blame him, I took away his main addiction; he's just relying on his other one, now.
I couldn't help but feel slightly giddy when he got noticeable jealous when I said about the numbers. I told him not to worry, he's the one I'd asked out. He blushed a bit. So did I.
'Speaking of which...' I looked towards Gee, who was looking at me.
'What?'
'When is said date?' Oh shit. I hadn't even thought, really. I don't know any nice places. I knew even less places that don't serve alcohol. I'd have to find some form of nice cafe? I don't have enough cash for a restaurant just yet.
'Uh....well, when've you got a free night?' I had no idea. Did Gerard have a job? I'd not seen him go anywhere. Maybe he'd just saved a lot of money? Had a part time job? I don't know.
'Well, Ive got pretty much every night off. I work two hours at night every Thursday and Friday...' I nodded. I wondered where he worked...
'Right. Um. Give me a couple days to plan it, and stuff..?' He nodded, smiling with a cigarette hanging out one side of his mouth.
