[OPEN] pop the bubbly

[colton denada strosteven]

Colton rubbed at his eyeliner a bit, reaching up to play with a gauge. He cast another look at the guy, then down at his drink. He didn't need to be looking. Didn't need a relationship. Trayce accepted him and that was enough. Trying to explain being homeless and hallf blind often ruined chances anyway.

[kellin jon perrette]

Kellin finished off his root beer, looking over at Knox. But he wasn't going to bother him. He knew Knox would snap at him if he did. He just wanted him to be happy, and knew that Knox couldn't be happy with Kellin. He chewed on his lip, getting up and walking to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror, pushing his hair back before he went and used the bathroom. He walked back, washing his hands carefully as he listened to the music outside.

[colton denada strosteven]

Colton watched every step he took as he left, smirking faintly, then passed Trayce and the other guy to see how Mat was. He had worked the same time before, even if they didn't talk, knocked and opened the door to the back room. "You okay?"

[kellin jon perrette]

Kellin walked past the guy as he went to check on Marc, heard Marc mumble something about being really tired. He sat back down at the bar, saw Knox walk over and slam another root beer in front of him. "I didn't do anything.." He mumbled, biting his lip. Knox just rolled his eyes, walking to the other end of the bar to refill someone's drink.

[colton denada strosteven]

Colton nodded and headed back to his seat and drink, stretching his legs some. Trayce jumped up behind hook, covering his left eye. "I spy something...blue," He teased. "I can't see my own eye dumbfuck," Colton huffed. "You can't see at alll."

He scowled, pulling Tray's hand away. "Go pick on someone else."

[kellin jon perrette]

Marc came back, and Knox climbed back over the bar, taking a seat next to Kellin. "Faggot."

"We're equally faggots so your argument is invalid." Kellin mumbled, taking a sip of his drink. He heard Knox snort and thought for a second that Knox had probably spiked his drink. But if he had, it would be too late now. He just finished half of it.

"What did you do to my drink?" Kellin asked, pushing it away.

"Nothing." He smirked, tapping his fingers on the counter.

"Forgive me if I don't believe you.." Kellin mumbled, almost positive he had done something to his drink.

[colton denada strosteven]

Colton couldn't help listening in on their conversation, smirked faintly. Trayce was eyeing the other guy like candy and Colton nudged him playfully. As usual, Tray turned down the chance, just as uneasy about making anything of it.

[kellin jon perrette]

Kellin looked over, saw Knox descreetly eyeing the guy sitting next to the one who had smiled at him. "I'm the faggot?" He asked.

"You're gonna be." Knox smirked, and Kellin dropped his gaze. He didn't want to know what he was in for. It was no telling how Knox was planning on torturing him.

"I wanna go home."

"Hell, go home. No one's stopping you."

"No.."

"So what's stopping you?"

"Nothing.." He mumbled, looking away.

"You think he's cute."

"You're putting words in my mouth!"

"Defensive." Knox smirked.

[colton denada strosteven]

Colton took another sip of his drink, playing with a hole in his tank top. "We need to buy clothes," He mumbled, glancing at Trayce. "All my good stuff has gone to shit."

Trayce nodded, playing with his own drink absently. "We just need a house," He groaned, the music leaving the conversation for Colton's ears only. "You have money?" Colton rose an eyebrow.

[kellin jon perrette]

"I'm going home.." Kellin mumbled.

"And waste your shot with a cute guy?" Knox asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I never had a shot, Knox.." He said, paying for his two sodas from Marc before he got off his stool.

"Nice seeing you." Marc said, and Kellin waved to him, walking out the front door. Knox sat at the bar, ordering a soda himself. He smirked at Marc, and Marc just smiled, shaking his head.

"I have a boyfriend, Knoxville." Marc said.

"Lucky boy."