interstellar5555 | Locked in a Room

"No, and thanks ever so much for fucking off," Alec says, more to his glass than to Maxxie. It's noticeably lackluster though, without his usual sarcasm or vehemence. It's not a snap.

It bothers him that he can't place the source of the mental image. Alec prides himself on his intelligence - and that involves memory as well - and his ability to hold his drink. He doesn't often get so drunk that he can't remember what happened, and he wasn't actively drinking during the hazing so it's hard to force the memory to fit into the events of the hazing. Aside from what happened while he was under the hood, Alec has a solid, linear timeline of that night.

He can't make it fit. He also can't make Maxxie's concern fit into their pattern of interactions, but Alec can find that one out. "Why? Hoping you might get lucky?"

"Just being nice," Maxxie says after a roll of his eyes, "you could try it some time."

He shakes his head and beckons the bartender over to order his drink, wondering why he bothers. Alec's a good musician, and maybe Maxxie has too much faith that karma wouldn't allow a bad person to have that much talent or success. Maybe he just has too much faith that no one's all bad, and he's just trying because he'd like to exchange a few polite words with someone who isn't a fan or part of his band. Fame's a bit lonely sometimes.

So part of him wants to end the interaction there, but the other part of him wants the last word. Once his drink arrives, he takes a sip and turns to Alec again, raising an eyebrow.

"'Sides, I don't have to get someone drunk to get lucky."

"Being nice gets you stomped on. It gets your wine watered, your pockets picked, and your teeth knocked out in an alley," Alec explains. If he could think of a reason to be nice, one that made the risks worth it, he would... probably be nice. Maybe. Nice is weak, though, and he's doing Maxxie a favor by explaining it to him. In an ironic way, that's nice.

Alec knows that everyone is partially a terrible human being. The only thing that varies is how much. "I don't remember saying you had to. Flashstep is popular with people who are, I don't know, touched in the head. I'm sure you could find some sober company. It just wouldn't be me."

Maxxie lets out a silent laugh, looking down into his drink.

"What's that line about protesting too much?" he asks, and his smile's only a little bit smug; mostly he looks amused. Maxxie's not heavily invested in sussing out whether or not Alec really does want to sleep with him, but it's a fun game to play for now. Shaking his head, he adds:

"You brought it up, not me."

"Oh, that one that guarantees that what you're pointing out about the other person will never, ever happen?" Alec contrives to look and sound innocent. It would be easier if he wasn't dressed like he hadn't been to bed last night and if his eyes could hold eye contact for more than two seconds instead of sliding all around with alcohol lubrication.

He gives up and rolls his eyes dramatically. It almost causes him to slide off his stool. "I meant that I wouldn't sober."

Or that he's never sober. Really the same thing.

Maxxie takes a sip of his drink, then casts a glance at Alec's. The corner of his mouth is still pulled up into a smirk and he raises his eyebrow. He's not nearly as drunk as Alec, but he could get there pretty quick if need be.

"That mean you're thinking about it now?"

Alec might be loose-lipped and boastful, but he can be a bit prudish when it comes to outright discussing sex and related topics. The flush in his face isn't all the alcohol. "I might be."

He is, and it's turned him pink. It's not a completely un-agreeable idea. Aside from previously mentioned attractiveness, Maxxie argues with him. Alec enjoys that.

Maxxie tilts his head at him, the wry smile still on his face as he tries to interpret Alec's expression. It seems to be a genuine admission, which is surprising - Maxxie had assumed that even if Alec ever did express a desire to sleep with him it would be delivered as part of some backhanded compliment.

He doesn't show any awe that he might feel, looking down at his drink instead. Getting laid tonight might be fun, after all, but he has to play his cards right. He takes a long sip of his drink and follows up with a challenge:

"You gonna do anything about it?"

"I haven't decided yet," Alec says airily. He thinks he might. There's a bit of 'why not' to his reasoning. He's drunk and bored, and even Alec can be made to agree that Maxxie is objectively, not subjectively, attractive.

To make himself feel better about that thought, he mentally adds the caveat that he'll sleep with Maxxie as long as Maxxie doesn't break into dance in the next few minutes. There. Now, he can say he still has standards.

He smirks and leans back a bit, holding one hand open and out to the side as a half gesture of acquiescence. Doing it with both hands would require putting down his glass. "Are you going to do anything about that?"

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Maxxie watches the gesture with a smirk, and then takes a sip of his drink as he considers the question. Alec's attractive, there's no question about that, but Maxxie's operating under any disillusions about attractive men being better in the sack, nor that compatibility's always a given. Alec's a bit of mystery where both points are concerned, but one that Maxxie certainly wouldn't mind solving.

"I guess that depends on what you're into," he says thoughtfully. He's not going to make an obvious pass in the bar, but he's too invested in this drink to walk out of here without confirmation that Alec's going to follow.

"I'm into smashing guitars on people's backs while they're bent over a drum kit. Oh, and there's a pound of jello and a burlap sack involved. I'll let you imagine how," he responds, keeping a bland, even tone throughout.

Alec will not take mercy on such a stupid question. There were be no follow-up quip about blondes, pop stars, or Maxxie himself. They're either dancing around the topic of sex (ugh, he's not counting that against his rule about Maxxie dancing), or they're not. It isn't up to him to paint a picture with words.

Maxxie laughs and shakes his head, barely keeping from rolling his eyes.

"I meant more like... you want me to feel you up under the bar, or you want me to play hard to get and leave, hoping that you'll follow? I already know you like acting as if everything turns you off, but if I'm gonna get laid tonight I can't do it for real."

He pauses a bit, tilting his head at Alec and only just concealing a smirk. "Come on. You want to have sex with me, and I want to see how far those freckles go down. Let's just get out of here and do it."

All of those things sound, at worst, better than sitting here and having to act like he's nonplussed. It's not easy - harder still to hold his tongue at the same time.

Alec turns away from Maxxie, ostensibly to slug down the rest of his drink. It's easier to not try and slap that laugh off his face if he doesn't have to look at him.

He hates it when other people are right.

Somewhere between getting to his feet and fishing money out of his pocket to throw on the bar, Alec has managed to get his shirt rucked up, exposing an inch of pale skin above the black leather pants. It's deliberately not fixed so that Maxxie has part of his answer: while scarce, they do go down to his hipbone. If the blond wants to know more than that, he'll have to follow Alec, already making his way to the exit. "I'm not going to your flat."

Maxxie catches the strip of skin, but doesn't fixate on it, smiling smugly instead. He's following when Alec leaves, taking as big a gulp of his drink as he can manage before he puts it down and leaves some money on the bar.

"Fine by me," he says as he catches up near the door. It's a minor relief that Alec doesn't want to go back to the Flashstep penthouse. One of Maxxie's primary hookup rules is that they don't happen anywhere near his bandmates, and he's not about to break that rule with Alec of all people. Nevermind the guys' discomfort; it might result in all out war.

"So, back to yours then?"

Alec ordinarily doesn't mind taking hookups home. Ordinarily, however, he has no idea who they are, and he's the one who met the lad or lady in question. His bandmates will be able to identify his fr- acquiantance this time. The only question is whether or not they will admit it. Alec suspects that even Xanxus will acknowledge being able to name Flashstep members, since it will help him humiliate someone.

Honestly, he won't be able to blame them. He would do the same thing, and possibly worse.

... no, he'll still blame them. "Unless you're fond of elevators or balconies."

The disdain in his voice eliminates them both as an option. Alec is used to comfort and warmth. He won't say no to the floor, if there's a fireplace nearby, but outside? Won't happen. "Do me a favor, try not to step on broken glass on the way in."

It's only Alec's tone that prevents Maxxie from chiming in that he wouldn't mind the balcony at all. The elevator, that's a little too public, but the balcony's high enough that no one from outside would be able to see them and they could find a spot to hide from Alec's bandmates easily enough. Apparently Alec isn't adventurous in that sense. Maxxie has fewer reservations.

But the comment about the broken glass gives him pause. Scenarios pop into his head, but he goes for the obvious question: "Why is there broken glass on the floor?"

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