Scottie looked down at the glass he was holding in his hand, bored. He didn't know why he let Amanda and JENNY convince him to go out to the bar. They knew that it wasn't his scene, but he let himself be convinced that he should come out to the bar with the whole team. Rossi, JENNY, Ricci, Callum, Amanda, Richardson, and Scottie were all at the bar, but the only one that wasn't having the time of their life was none other than Scottie.
He sat there at the bar, swirling his whiskey in his glass. He wasn't exactly the social-able type, but he felt rather ridiculous sitting alone at the bar after he'd came in with six other people besides himself. It was rather strange that he was sitting there while every one else was dancing and having fun.
Scottie looked around the crowded bar, spotting Amanda chatting with a tall, dark, and handsome man. He was gorgeous, and Scottie wouldn't mind being in her shoes himself. Jenny was wrapped around Will in a romantic sort of way, and Callum was sitting with Kevin, his boyfriend. Rossi was drinking with Richardson, and Ricci was grinding himself on some hot girl he'd definitely be taking home tonight...
oh yeah, he couldn't he's gotta drive me home.
Scottie groaned and downed his drink before slamming the glass down on the bar in frustration.
God, why did I agree to this?
He couldn't believe he'd agreed to this bullshit. He was grumpy and wondering why he'd even thought he might want to go?
"Oi pretty boy," Scottie jumped when he felt Ricci's breath on his neck. Scottie turned quickly around to look at Ricci, who smirked at the boy. "What are you doing?" Ricci asked and Scottie sighed deeply and looked at his empty glass.
"Getting drunk." Scottie stated the obvious, and Ricci rolled his eyes.
"Obviously." He said, looking over Scottie who'd had two glasses of whiskey already. "Why, though?" He asked, and Scottie groaned.
"Can't I just get drunk without it being a federal investigation?" He asked, and waved down the bartender. The bartender gave him another whiskey, and Scottie started sipping on his newly refilled drink.
"Yes," Ricci said, and looked down at Scottie. "But you don't drink, pretty boy. You eat jelly beans, and chips, you drink water, or soda. You don't get drunk." He said logically and Scottie groaned quietly in frustration.
"Not typically, however tonight is just one of them nights." Scottie said, looking down at his drink.
"Well, why is that?" Ricci asked, and Scottie looked down at his cup. He was bored, tired, and over-all very disappointed in his night. All Scottie really wanted to do was go home. He realized, and fully understood that the reason he was so pissed off and grumpy was because he was crushing hardcore on Damien Ricci and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt Ricci would never, ever reciprocate the feelings. Obviously Scottie couldn't tell Ricci that, but he could always beat around the bush. He could tell the truth without telling the
entir
e truth.
"Relationship issues." Scottie said curtly. The annoyance of Ricci asking, plus the irritation of having to lie was making him slightly bitter.
"Oooh pretty boy gotta woman?" Damien asked, a hint of an edge to his voice. Scottie didn't even notice that Damien was slightly tense.
"Not a woman." Scottie replied, taking a long, deliberate drink of his whiskey.
"Oh...?" Damien asked, and then it seemed to dawn on him as a look of something splashed across his face before he mumbled out a "
Oh...
"
"Yeah, oh." Scottie said boredly. He didn't feel like explaining anything more to Damien than he had already assumed.
"So, what's the problem?" Damien asked, and Scottie shrugged.
"Possibly that I want him, and he doesn't even notice me." Scottie said dryly, glancing sideways at Ricci pointedly. "I'm pretty certain he is straight-" Scottie sighed in frustration. He glanced around the bar as he took another sip of his whiskey. Damien sighed too, and then looked down at the bar.
"Aw come on pretty boy," Damien said, "a man who was an arrow could not turn you down."
Scottie rolled his eyes.
You sure don't have any problems ignoring me.
"Plenty can, I assure you." Scottie said, looking forward blankly.
Damien didn't reply. Silence ensued between the two for a couple moments but it didn't last long.
"Damien will you just take me home?" Scottie asked, looking down at the bar in front of him. "I'm just ruining you guys' fun."
"I'll take you home," Ricci agreed, "but we can watch some star trek or something."
"You don't
have
to hang out with me to 'be a good friend'." Scottie said grumpily.
"I want to, pretty boy." Damien said and Scottie sighed deeply, and nodded in acceptance.
Scottie didn't really have much of a choice in the matter, he realized. Damien was going home with him, whether he wanted to or not.
Damien led Scottie out to his car and they both got in. Scottie's house was only a twenty minute drive from the bar, but the time stretched on for what seemed forever. Scottie felt rather smothery in the tight space.
Damien didn't know what to do. This
mystery man
was ruining everything. Damien was beyond interested in Scottie, but now Damien couldn't help but feel a bit... Jealous.
Damien wanted Scottie, to the point he could not even begin to hold back the rage-the jealousy, really. He was absolutely green with envy, unaware that Scottie wanted him as much as Damien wanted him, possibly even more so.
Damien sighed deeply and glanced down at his hands on the wheel and then over to the younger man in the car beside him.
