Ethan barked a laugh. "I'm hurt. Most people think my flirting is charming. And no one will ever come close to Johnny Depp, no matter how hard they try." He said leaning back a bit. He smiled. "Yep. Sleep all day, then come here for work, and afterwards, well, I'm sure you can guess the nightly activities I partake in." He smirked.
Even Serial Killer Get Lonely (o/o Open)
"oh yeah, I have some ideas." He shook his head and smiled, feeling very comfortable talking to Ethan " but somehow, I don't think that's all that you do. You get bored, dontcha?" He leaned fowards, making direct eye contact with Ethan with no intention of letting him go " there's got to be more more to your story…more than just bartending and flirting with costumers."
Ethan shrugged hus shoulders. "Not really, unless you count the biweekly trip to the store for groceries and my bank account crying everyone my bills come in." He smirked. "There's not much to me." A lie. But no one needed to know the truth. No one could know the truth. Everything wouod be over if someone learned. "What about you?"
Raz narrowed his eyes in suspicion "nothing, mostly a writer and journalist. I like intriguing stories. I like intriguing people." He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest "it doesn't take much to interest me." He stood and gathered his things "I'll see you around Ethan."
"Oh?" Ethan raised an eyebrow. He watched as Rzz stoid and gathered his things. "Oh, I do hope so. Come back again soon, order anything you'd like, on the house." He stood as well and placed the chair back in its place. He had carefully written his number in his notebook when Razz hadn't been watching. He hoped he would contact ethan soon. "Have a good night."
"aw thanks, and same to you." He brushed passed Ethan. He made his way out the door with a small bounce in his step and smile. He walked down an empty street, the only way he knew to his apartment
"Hello razzy…." He heard a few taunts and laughs from behind him and swore. "Guys, I don't want trouble. I just want to get home."
"And I wanna have fun with my favorite loner…"
The bar was closing and the last few stragglers made their way out. He had little left he needed to do and quickly finished. He turned out the lights, grabbed his things, and locked up. He started the familiar walk home when he heard it, the taunting. His eyes scrucnhed as he made his way over to the commotion. He saw the boy from the bar, Razz. "What's going on over here?"
Two of the men had pinned Raz to a nearby wall. One of them held a knife to Raz's throat while the other had a hand right above his naval. Raz let out a wimper and tried to struggle against the two men "ah ah ah, none of that now. We wouldn't want to hurt your pretty neck now would we?" His assistant teased,
"Move along pretty boy, we're just catching up with a friend. No harm done, isnt that right boy?" They all nodded in agreement "see? Now scram."
Ethan looked at Raz then back at the men threatenting him. "Not what kt looks like to me. Perhaps you're the ones that need to scram and leave Raz here alone." He crossed his arms, standing his ground. They were absolutely pathetic, threatening skmeone such as Raz. No matter. He was shre he was about to get to teach them a lesson.
THe first man glared at Ethan "knock him out." he instructed to the other two behind him. Raz started to protest and squirm but the first man punched him in the back of the head, backing away and letting Raz slump to the floor. "Now that we've got our dear friend out of the way, time to deal with you." The man pulled out a knife, as did the the others behind him "I suggest you leave before this gets messy."
Ethan looked them up and down with a smirk. "No, I believe it's you that should leave before this gets messy. Trust me when I say that you don't want to mess with me. Turn around now and slither back into the hole you crawled into." He warned them. He risked a glance at Raz to check and see if he was okay.
Raz lied on the floor unmoving.
"Is that so mr tough guy? and whos gonna make me? you have no weapons and all you know how to do is bartend. . I would hate to spill more blood than I'm already going to your friend here after I'm done playing with him." He crouched near Raz and picked his head up "No one's going to notice you when you gone." He stood and stalked towards Ethan, knife glinting light from the streetlamp above
Ethan smirked at him. "I don't need a weapon." Ummmm, fighting fighting fighting because idk how to write a fighting scene whoopsie
(It's fine neither do I XD)
Two of the three men layed in the streets, probably dead or wishing for the sweet release from their unworthy lives. The man left standing was covered in blood from multiple wounds "What is he to you? He can't be worth much to you. So why protect such an excuse for a human being?"
(Glad I'm not the only one)
Ethan smirked. He was covered in blood, not all his. He could barely feel the shallow cuts and hits on his body. "It's not what he is to me. It's what was right. Now be a good boy and step aside so I can take him home." He started towards the unconscious boy.
The man slumped aside, letting him pass "You're more than you let on…" He muttered before passing out.
"Aren't we all?" Ethan retorted. He carefully picked up Raz, cradling him to his chest. He continued his walk to his apartment. He carefully opened the door and walked in. He shut the door behind him. He set Raz gently on his bed and then checked out his head.
Raz slumped into his hand, trying to fight his way to the darkness "hm….hum…..hnnnnmmmm" he tried to speak but failing. After a few minutes, he jerked awake and glanced around frantically. "where…." he saw Ethan and backed away, deeper into the bed "you're with them?"
Ethan grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back down on the bed to get him to quite moving. "No, I'm not with them. I'm the one who save your ass. Now stop moving. You might have a concussion."
All he could do was nod slightly, acutely aware of their proximity and position "thank you…for saving me." He said softly. He touched a hand to his own head and flinched "fantastic," He sighed and relaxed "you can let go of me."
Ethan lifted his hands off of him. "Let me get you some ice, it should help numb the pain. Don't fall asleep while I'm gone. I don't think you have a concussion but I don't want to chance it." He stood up and left the bedroom to the kitchen. He grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and wrapped it in a towel. He walked back into the bedroom. "Here." He handed it to him.
Raz sat up slowly and took the ice pack from Ethan, sighing as the pain filled to a light throb "thank you again. I'm sorry about that, I didn't mean for you to get hurt or to hurt anyone. I just wanted to get home." He apologiesed, eyeing the blood on his shirt and somehow knowing it wasn't his own
Ethan gave him a small smile. "Don't apologize, it's not your fault. And I'm glad I stepped in. If I hadn't who knows what would have happened to you." He walked to the closet and grabbed some clothes. "I'm going to shower. Make yourself at home. There's some food in the kitchen if you're hungry. You're welcome to watch TV though I would advise against it if you have a headache. Just…don't go to sleep alright?"
He nodded "thank you." He watched him.leave and sighed, finding the remote and clicking on the TV. The lights were too bright in the room so he stood and turned them off. Feeling a bit dizzy he laid back down and watched some weird TV show he had found, trying not to drift off to sleep but ultamtly giving into the warmth of the bed and closing his eyes
Ethan stepped into the scolding hot spray. His wounds stung under the water but he didn't have a reaction to it. He washed off the sweat and blood from his body. Most of his cuts had stopped bleeding though there would be a few that he would need to bandage. He shut the water off and dried off with a towel. He used some gauze to wrap a cut here and there before dressing. He tossed his clothes in the trash, there was salvaging it. He exited the bathroom and sighed at the sight of Raz. He looked peaceful. He liked it more than he would like to admit seeing him in Ethan's bed. He took a few steps forward and gently shook his shoulders, trying to wake him. It was dangerous for someone with a concussion to fall asleep. He could slip into a coma or worse.
Raz jumped awake "hm? oh…I wasn't supposed to fall asleep, right. Sorry." he smiled sheepishly, reminded again that he was in a strangers bed. Granted the stranger saved his life and that he was gorgeous. "I should probably be on my way now, I wouldn't want to overstay my already prolonged stay."
Ethan smirked. "Its alroght. Im just glad you woke up." He took a seat on the bed. "I think i would perfer if you stayed at least until morning, just so i know you're going tk be okay."
He contemplated his options of running out the door or through the window to the fire escape outside, deciding neither was possible if he couldn't even make it to the light switch without getting vertigo. He schooched over to make room and nodded "ok. So am I not allowed to sleep tonight? I don't think I'll keep that up for long."
Ethan ran a hand through his hair. "Technically, no, but I think you'll be okay to sleep in about two or three hours. I'll just make sure to come in and check in you every once in a while." He smiled at the boy in his bed. "Do you want sometging to drink or eat?"
Ughhhh…but I'm tired now…" He whined, flopping back onto the pillow, careful not to smack his head on the headboard "and that's very creepy by the way." He smirked, tilting his head to watch Ethan "I'm fine thanks."