[CLOSED] you know you can't hide.

[monroe owen hughes]

"Yeah, I gotta run upstairs and get my vest from Vegas. It'll only be a second. You wanna go get us a drink?" He asked, rubbing his back gently before he started up the stairs, looking for Nevada. He found him, and trouble at about the same time. Just as he was passing the bathrooms, one of the football players stepped out of a store.

"I heard you're kissing on our player." He told Luc, shoving him into the bathroom.

"It's not like that.." Luc bit his lip, looking around at the other guys there. He shrank back. "Just.. don't hurt Dyson.." He pleaded.

Monroe watched Dyson walk past a few minutes later without Luc and raised an eyebrow. He finished his doughnut, watching the boy carefully.

"You want your boyfriend in one piece?" He asked nonchalantly.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson ordered their drinks, glaring at Monroe warily as he passed. Even so, he snatched a seat only a table over, figuring if look still wanted the guy he could. He took a sip of his soda, watching the familiar faces of Cory and Jayson screwing around across the food court. Connor and the other two had joined them, though Connor seemed less than enthused by the entertainment. The two brothers were obviously at least somewhat high.

He chewed on his straw thoughtfully, looking around the rest of the food court. But after a few minutes he grew antsy, Luc still wasn't back yet.

[monroe owen hughes]

"Okay." Monroe said with a shrug. He didn't care what happened to Luc anymore. And when the boy came back down the stairs with a busted lip, and his shirt on backwards, Monroe didn't flinch. Nevada was behind him, handing Dyson the white vest and bow tie before he started back up he stairs to finish his shirt.

"Can we leave now?" Luc rhasped, looking down at his feet. he wiped his chin, trying to get the blood off of it.

"I wanna go see a movie." Monroe said, and Luc just nodded slowly.

"Okay, fine.. What?" He said, pulling his arms inside his shirt to turn it around.

"I dunno. Something scary." Monroe said, reaching over to wipe blood from Luc's neck.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson gazed at him brokenly, eyeing Monroe. He didn't like him showing so much worry, and realized he was jealous. Rage washed over him. "Who the hell hurt you?" He bit his lip. "Baby..." Standing, he walked towards him, brushing his hair back and raising his chin to look him in the eyes, searching his face sadly. Now he really didn't plan on going to work. He opened his arms. "C'mere..."

[monroe owen hughes]

"I dunno. I hit my head and blacked out.." He lied. But as dizzy sounding as he was, no one would have known he wasn't telling the truth. He moved hesitantly to Dyson, obviously afraid he was going to be hurt again. He hugged him tightly, and Monroe finished off the last of his doughnuts.

"I just.. Need to sit.." Luc mumbled, stumbling towards the table. He sat down, laying his head down on the cold surface.

"Don't fall asleep or you'll die!" Monroe called to him, licking the powdered sugar off of his fingers. "He really loves you. He's a great guy, if you can keep him. But he gets jealous easy." He shrugged, walking over to his table to get his drink.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson chewed on his lip, sitting beside him and running gentle fingers through his hair, setting the things aside. He gkanced warily back at Monroe, working his jaw some. A hand rubbed at Luc's back soothingly. He could only guess wha had happened, and it filled him with dread and guilt. His hand stilled, eyebrows furrowing.

[monroe owen hughes]

Luc started to doze off, and Monroe walked over, dumping his glass of cold water on him. Luc jumped up, gasping for air. He looked over at Monroe, then back at Dyson. Monroe just walked over to the trash to throw away his cup.

"I told you not to fall asleep." He said, and Luc just nodded. "Did you hit your head?"

"Did I?" Luc moved closer to Dyson, reaching for his cup.

"Don't fall asleep." He told him again, and Luc nodded, closing his eyes as he laid his head on Dyson's shoulder.

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson glanced over at Monroe thoughtfully for a moment, then scooted Luc's cup over for him when he reached for it. The weight of his head on his shoulder caught his attention, and he wrapped his arm gently around him. He licked his lips, casting another glance towards Monroe again. He continued rubbing Luc's back. Eyes wandered back to the lively group, he himself feeling simewhat drowsy.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe watched Luc, waiting for an excuse to pour something else on him. But if the boy went to sleep, he would die. He knew that much. Luc started to doze off, and Monroe pinched him. But Luc didn't budge this time.

"Aw, little Lucy gets a trip to the hospital, huh?" He asked, pulling out his phone. He could drive, but refused to do anything for the boy. He handed Dyson his phone and sat down across from them, propping his head up on his hands. "This should be interesting."

[dyson montgomary shylk]

Dyson blinked, nuded Luc. "Lucas?" He huffed, staring at Monroe, and grabbed the phone, calling and explaining everythig before he threw the thing on the ground, rose an eyebrow. "That's for being no fucking help." Teeth gritted. Someone hollered something and he turned, spotted his own team gesturing towards Lucas. Hands fisted and he got up, stalking towards them. "He fucking doesn't wake up your all dead," He snapped, shoved at one of the kickers. He gritted his teeth tightly. "He's got a nice tight ass, don't he faggot?" Someone sneered.
Dyson lost it, and within seconds the guy was on the ground holding his nose. Dyson kicked him harshly, shaking someone else off.