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44^ Connor - Party

October 6, 2040, 10:34 PM

Mark9 and I sit in his room, looking over Android models. "Do you think that I could ever make an Android? I'm not as smart as my dad."
     "Nonsense. You just have to keep studying and practicing. Creed didn't get this way without practice. He had to work hard to get to where he is," I insist.
     "I don't know." He falls back on the bed. "It seems like everything comes easy for him."
     "Only cause he's been around the block a few times. I'm sure he's had failures. I mean, he'd never admit to them, but he's had failures. He's messed up, and he's learned from his mistakes." I reach over and pat his leg. "It'll be fine. You'll learn just like he did."
     "Maybe..."
     Before I can say anything, loud music cuts me off. Mark9 gives me a look. "We should go see what's happening..." I get off the bed, hurrying to the source of the music.
     "Is it a party?"
     I glance behind me. "Yes. It sounds like a party." I push open the doors of the big room. Androids crowd around. Most of them are half naked with loose articles of clothing hanging off of them. Most, if not all, of the Androids in this room are drunk. I look over to see a group of them passing around a blunt. Oddly enough, it doesn't smell like weed yet.
     When I look forward and see Creed, my blood boils. He's sitting in nothing but a jockstrap. He has a bottle in one hand, and a wad of cash in the other. He waves it around enticingly. "C'mon! Dance for me! You have to earn your money!" he shouts, causing a chorus of laughter to erupt around him. Half naked Androids linger around him, trying to get his attention.
     But, he only cares about one person. Well, two.
     Gavin and Hank stand around a pole, struggling to pole dance. I recognize Corvin giving them pointers, but he's not dancing. They laugh as they flail into each other.
     Mark9 grabs my shoulder. "What are they doing? Have they lost their minds?" he hisses in my ear.
     I swallow hard. "Hank Anderson!" I shout above the noise.
     At once, it's dead silent. Hank stares at me with wide eyes. "C-Connor! I promise, it's not what it looks like! W-We're just having fun! It's nothing serious!"
     "Relax, Hank." Creed stands up. His bulge swings around in his jockstrap. I scowl at him. "It's fine. We're not doing anything wrong, Connor. You've no reason to come and ruin the party."
     "You're ill, and you're drinking! You're going to hurt yourself!" I cross my arms. "Not to mention the fact that you're basically naked in front of everyone! What would Cassius say?"
     Creed glares at me. "What would Cassius say? He'd probably tell you that you're making a big deal out of nothing. He'd be right here, sitting on my lap, probably riding my fat cock cause he's a whore for his Daddy!"
     The crowd snickers.
     I shake my head. "The way you talk about Cassius is disgusting. You should respect him for dealing with your sorry ass." I point at him accusingly, flushing blue as anger swamps me.
     Creed shrugs. His LED spins blue. He doesn't care. "Whatever. It's true. Cassius can't get enough of me. He loves me. Why do you think he still stuck around? Cause, he fucking LOVES me!!"
     The crowd roars.
     Mark9 steps forward. His LED swirls yellow with bits of red. "Dad, you're fucking disgusting. How could say that? Cassius married you because he loved you, yes, but he's not your toy."
     "Cassius likes being my toy. You should see him in bed. He begs for me to fuck him. He begs for my cock. He wants me." Creed rolls his eyes before taking a drink from his bottle. He looks at a random Android. "Get me another beer." The Android nods and runs off.
     Mark9 takes my shoulder, leaning into my ear. "He's drunk. He doesn't mean any of this. I know that he loves Cassius more than anything. He's just intoxicated. He doesn't know what he's saying."
     I know that. I know that Creed doesn't know what he's saying. "Fine. Ok, fine. He doesn't know what he's saying," I hiss. "We need to keep him under control."
     He nods.
     Creed takes the beer that the Android retrieves for him. "Here." He slips the Android a twenty. "Now, fuck off." He nods and scurries away. "You need to chill, Connor. Like me. Cause, I'm having fun, and you're not gonna ruin it. I'm allowed to do whatever I want around whoever I want. Stop using Cassius as a device to lock me in a cage. Stop trying to limit my freedoms because Cassius wouldn't approve, Cassius wouldn't be happy, Cassius this, Cassius that." He shakes his head. His LED blinks yellow. "You guys are starting to make me hate my own husband!"
     I swallow. He's not wrong. He's not wrong at all. "Look... Think about it, Creed. How would you feel if Cassius was doing what you're doing?"
     He blinks a few times, swaying on his feet. Before he says anything, he takes a long drink from his bottle. "Ok." He smacks his lips. "Cassius can do whatever he wants. At the end of the day, he only loves me. So, like, I don't care. Like, I'd be sitting here, paying him to dance for me, too. Shit, I'd dance for him." Creed starts giggling, making his LED fade back to blue. "I mean, I'd probably break the pole cause I'm a fatass, but I would if he wanted me to." He bursts into laughter, spilling alcohol on himself. "I-I would not care! I mean, if he was fucking someone, I'd murder whoever that is. He's not allowed to touch anyone else's cock but mine! Mine! But, I don't care if he's naked. I mean, clothes are so lame. I don't need clothes to be comfortable."
     I facepalm. Creed is a stubborn brat. He's smart and nice, but he's such a stubborn brat.
     Mark9 sighs beside me. "I guess... He's got a point. Maybe, we really are making a big deal out of nothing..."
     "Yeeeeessssss!! I knew that you'd understand, Mark! C'mere, give Daddy a hug." Creed steps forward with his arms out.
     Mark9 does nothing at first. Then, he sighs and gives in to his drunk father. Creed wraps his arm around Mark9's shoulders and pulls him closer.
     "Everyone! A toast!" He holds his beer bottle up. "A toast to my son, a toast to Cassius, and a toast to taking over the world!" He clinks his bottle into the nearest Androids' bottles. Everyone laughs and drinks as the sound of bottles clinking together rings out in the room.
     "You're getting alcohol on me!" Mark9 snaps, pushing Creed away.
     Creed stumbles, grabbing a nearby Android for support. "I'm sorry! Geez..." He rights himself, then scratches his thigh. I watch him as he walks back over to his chair and sits down. He stretches himself out, sighing softly.
     At this point, a low murmur sweeps through the room.
     I step up to Creed. "You still shouldn't be drinking. It's bad for you."
     "Relax, Connor. I'll be fine." He scratches his chest, leaving blue, nail marks on his skin. "I just... wish Cassius was here. Everything would be better if he was here."
     I nod. "I suppose."
     Creed sighs heavily. "Fuuuuck... I'm kind of hard..." I watch as he reaches into his jockstrap and pulls out his cock. He takes a long drink of his beer as he slowly strokes himself.
     Disgusting. "You were just starting to get better! And, this is what you do?!"
     "Look, what's a rich guy like me supposed to do when he's bored? Jerk off and drink beer. Obviously. Loosen up a bit, yeah? Goddamn, you really need to stop riding my dick for things. Like, I'm letting you live here. I don't have to let you live here."
     "You wouldn't kick me out. Cassius wouldn't let you." I narrow my eyes.
     Creed crushes his beer bottle in his hand before grabbing me with said hand. He's scarily fast. He pushes me against the wall, pinning me there as he roughly grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. "If you say his fucking name one more time, I will fucking divorce him and kick all of you out. I swear to fucking god, Connor. I'm this close to fucking beating your ass. If you ever disrespect me like that while you're living in my house, I'll fucking kill you. You don't get to walk around here like you own the place! You don't get to tell me what I get to do in my own goddamn house!" he shouts.
     I shiver in fear, staring up at him with wide eyes.
     Tears glisten in his eyes. "I-I swear to god..." He blinks, and the tears roll down his face. "Ugh... FUCK!!" His grip on me tightens. "If anyone says his name again, I'll kill him!" Creed takes me by the throat and spins around, showing me off to everyone. "I swear. I'll kill him if anyone fucking says that name again!"
     "Creed." Hank steps forward. "Let him go. Connor was just worried about you. That's all. He didn't mean to say his name again. He was simply trying to help." Hank slowly makes his way forward, raising his hands in surrender. Hank's LED flashes red.
     My heart beats wildly. Creed could crush my neck and kill me right now.
     "I- He- Stop! I'm so sick of him walking around like he owns the place! I'm allowed to party in my own mansion! I don't give a shit about myself! That's why I'm drinking! That's why I'm doing what I'm doing!" He pushes me forward. "I-I don't need your help!"
     Mark9 catches me before I fall over. "You alright?" His LED shines a bright yellow.
     "You!" Creed points at Mark9. "You little shit! You killed him! I should've fucking executed you for that!" Creed's hand shakes, and tears stream from his eyes. "You-You-!" He huffs. "You bastard! I fucking hate you! Get out! Go! Leave me!"
     He stands his ground. "I love you, Dad. I'll take you to your room when you pass out." He pats my shoulder. "We're not needed here, mate. Let's go." He leads me out with his arm around my shoulders.
     We exit the room, and the party carries on.
     "It's crazy, huh? We've been exiled in our own house." He laughs bitterly. "Ah, well, I always wondered what he was like when he drinks. I suppose I know now."
     I look over at him with teary eyes. "He hurt me. That didn't feel good, Mark9."
     "I know. Don't worry. I'll talk some sense into him when he's sober. For now, all I can do is kinda... comfort you." He glances around. "L-Let's go back to my room, yeah? We were doing something before this all happened."
     "Do you think Creed meant what he said?"
     "No. Not one bit."

October 7, 2040, 1:12 AM

I look over at Mark9. "Hey."
     "Yeah?"
     "It's the 7th."
     "Yeah...? And?"
     "It's Creed's last day to live."
     His eyes widen. "Shit. You're right! Ok, uhh... The music has quieted down, so they're probably starting to drop like flies down there. I'll let my dad take a nap, then we're off to CyberLife to bring back Cassius."
     I nod determinedly. "Ok."
     I follow him off the bed and into the hallway.
     And, right into Hank.
     "Oh! Hank!" I step away.
     "Yeah. Hank." Blue and yellow fight each other for dominance on Hank's temple.
     I give Mark9 a look and shoo him away. "Umm... How can I help you, Hank?"
     "Oh, I don't know. Did you have fun in there?" He nods over to Mark9's room.
     "Hank, we're not fucking."
     "Right."
     "What about you and Gavin?!" I purse my lips.
     "Connor, it didn't mean anything. You know I don't like Gavin. I don't like him like that." Hank crosses his arms over his bare chest.
     Jealousy burns through me. "I don't know... You've been getting kind of close to Gavin. And, you were on the pole with him! You're drunk, aren't you?"
     "And, you've been getting close to Mark9! I'm not drunk! We were only having fun! It didn't mean anything!" Hank glares at me. Yellow finally wins, and red has joined the fight.
     "I don't like him the way I like you! You were half naked on that pole! How was I supposed to believe that it was nothing?!" I snap.
     "Well, I don't like Gavin that way, either! You were behind closed doors! You guys could've been having sex this whole night, and I'd be none the wiser!" he snaps back at me.
     I glower at him. "I kept my clothes on. Mark9 kept his clothes on. Neither of us wanted sex, and we didn't do it. Why would I cheat on my fiancé?"
     "As soon as he said something, you were eager to run away with him."
     "Creed literally took me and shoved me against a wall! Then, he threatened to beat my ass, kill me, and kick me out. I appreciate you trying to diffuse the situation, but Creed wanted me gone! Who offered to take me away? Mark9! So, I took it! I ran away with him because he offered me a way out. You didn't!" I cross my arms over my chest.
     "Look, I'm sorry that I'm not good enough, ok? I'm sorry, I'm not like him!" Hank clenches his fists angrily.
     "Hank, I don't care that you're not like him! I love you more than anything!" I take his hand.
     He groans. "Can we just forget this and go to bed?"
     "Yes. We can." I hate fighting with Hank.
     Hank leads me away, slowly taking me to our room. "I'm sorry, Connor."
     "It's ok, Hank."