The Apartment Complex
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It was another depressing day. Why? Because he had to watch his ex best friend go through pain. How? He was self destructing again with drinking. To Finn, that was more depressing than anything else. Of course, he had his own issues. Like having sex every night with a different guy. Or girl. He didn't even need to be attracted to them. The action was enough to take his mind off of his friends self destruction, his parents deaths, all of his stress.
Of course he knew he was hurting himself and others. Despite being quite compassionate, he didn't care much about himself. However, the guilt of hurting others was enough to draw him to wanting to die. It hadn't happened yet, but it was something he could feel creeping around the corner. It was like a red exit sign for a show that wasn't too bad to leave. Yet.
Pushing over his ginger hair, he sighed. He got off of his bed, and walked to his neighbor's apartment to ask him to quiet down. Nervous, he put a flannel on. He hadn't been wearing pants or a shirt, but had a pair of loose boxers on. He walked over to the apartment, tired, and knocked on the door. -
Ayden had been peering at the television, watching as Steve Harvey collected a multitude of ridiculous responses from the families on the hit program 'Family Feud'. The question has been, "Name a place that would be awkward to see a teacher", and the prudes that had been invited to the game were replyi g confidently with nothing but red 'x's. He laughed hysterically as answers such as "the grocery store" and "the bar" flashed on the screen of surveyed responses. His eyes lit up as he contemplated what he would believe to be the top answer.
"The strip club!" he shouted at the African American named Lionel. He was scratching at his chin, his eyebrows furrowing heavily as he turned to Steve Harvey with a shrug. "I dunno, Mr. Steve. It'd be pretty awkward to see a teacher at the gynecologist." The host's eyes bulged as he perceived what the man had orated, looking to the camera with complete astonishment laced within his facial features. He coughed, forcing out a string of laughter. The man's hand pointed angrily as the answers as he screamed, "IT'D BE AWKWARD TO SEE YOUR TEACHER AT THE GYNECOLOGIST." This prompted the audience to hoot and holler with amusement as a bold red x flashed along the screen. Ayden slammed his empty can of beer onto the table, yelling out his answer once more as it was revealed as the number one response.
"I told you, motherf---ers! It's the goddamn strip club." He shook his head, snatching up the remote from his coffee table. He clicked around until he came to A&E. A rerun of Storage Wars was on, a show that the man particularly enjoyed. He let out a belch as he stood, grabbing the beer can. After sauntering through the small space and into his kitchen, he shot the can, like a basketball, into the recycling bin. When he made the attempt, he clapped for himself. "REDICK WITH THE 3!" He slapped his own chest in excitement, his heavy hoodie providing a decent amount of padding. The man retrieved another can of beer, and started towards his couch. Before he could end the journey, however, a knock on his front door nabbed his attention. He rubbed his glassy, drunken eyes, unlocking and opening his door.
He tilted his head with a goofy smile upon being greeted by an old buddy of his. The man's nose twitched slightly as he said hello, leaning against his doorframe. "Whaddya want, Finny?" he dragged, utilizing a childhood nickname he had applied to his ex-friend for most of their time together. -
The man grimaced and frowned at the nickname. After they had split up as friends, Finn had taken a certain disliking to the nickname. No, that was an understatement. Finn abhorred the nickname. The very thought of it made the ginger man nauseous. He crossed his arms, wrinkling his nose at the strong scent of alcohol. "If you would, please, keep it down. I'm trying to sleep and your daytime drunken tangents aren't helping. It's like ten in the morning."
Finn paid no mind to his own self, though. Sure, he was practically naked. With only a flannel and his boxers to protect him, most men would be frightened confronting such a drunken person. He, however, was not. He had always been stronger than Ayden and was proud of it. After all, his currently exposed abs did prove that he was quite buff. He smirked, looking down on his own body.
Sure, he was impressed with his own self. He was pretty hot for a ginger. And he knew it. He was strong, had nice jaw and cheekbones and had almost a perfect male figure. What wasn't there to be proud of? Sure, his personality was lacking. But he was a very charming extrovert and the very thought of charming anyone into his bed made Finn smile. He realized, quickly, he was getting distracted by his own thoughts. His brown eyes skipped from his own body to check out the other's, until resting upon his face. -
The drunken individual listened to the other to the best of his ability, nodding whenever he deemed he should. A small chuckle that originated from the back of his throat escaped his lips, his droopy eyelids straining to properly focus. Hearing the other person speak in such a scolding manner brought a short surge of memories from their younger years, their golden age, all that hullabaloo that pertained to friendship. The man shook the thoughts away easily, regaining his attention to the situation at hand.
"Listen, I gotcha, Finny Finn Finn. I'll keep it down, like," he used his finger to point downwards, "real down. I gotcha. No needa worry. Get ya beauty sleep, all that jazzz." He smiled, reaching out and patting the other man's chest. Typically, he would have attempted to initiate some kind of fight. However, it was a commonly fact known to himself that if were to pick a battle with the other, he would very quickly and very painfully lose. He gritter his teeth gently, turning away and beginning to close the door. Suddenly, however, he flicked his head back to his old friend. "By the way, it's suppost' to storm later on. Watch yerself if ya plan on headin' out." He wiped at his own face, finally closing the door in a very gentle manner.
Currently on the television screen was an auction for a loaded storage locker. Ayden stood in front of the screen, tilting his head as Barry and Dave went back and forth in order to obtain the place of highest bidder. He wanted to cheer for Barry, but recalled that he had just been informed he needed to quiet down. He slithered back to the couch, sinking into the plush surface while cracking open the new can, chugging back about half the liquid as he clapped tenderly. Barry had won the locker. He rubbed his eyes, half-watching the program and half-chattering to Percival.
Percival was a mouse that the man had purchased at a rundown pet store about a year prior to the moment. The mouse was very affectionate and obedient, able to learn tricks easily. His cage was situated on a table next to the television set. He was perched atop one of the various hidey houses his owner had provided for him, squeaking softly as the man spoke to him. It was only a matter of time before the voice ceased, however, and all that was left were ugly snores and the sound of the auctioneer on the television. -
He was almost shocked that the other man touched him. Or commented on how often he went out. Of course, he shouldn't have been shocked. The other man was drunk, after all. Finn sighed, heading back to his apartment and getting dressed.
However, before he got there, he felt almost a sense of pity. The other man must have been very lonely to resort to drinking alone during the daytime. Unlocking his door, he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. And wrote, "Wanna hang out today? You seem lonely."
He walked back to the other's apartment and slipped it under his door. Satisfied with his efforts, he returned to his own apartment. He microwaved some breakfast and turned the tv on. The small apartment had clothes all over it; most of which were other people's that they didn't bother taking home. He licked his lips at the idea of what tonight would bring.
Thus, he decided to pick up his room. It was quite messy and he wouldn't want any..guests to judge him. Perhaps tonight was ignite a threesome or foursome? The very idea turned him on. Laughing, he threw the used clothes and condoms in the hamper, recalling the events from last night. They were kind of fuzzy, but the dirty events were indeed happy to look back upon. -
(Sorry my posts are so short)
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(No need to be a sorry)
After some time, the man was startled awake by a loud noise that originated from his television set. He flipped it off, squinting at the orange numbers on the cable box that told the time. It was a few minutes past noon. Fortunately for himself, he had not been wrapped in the clutches of sleep for too long. He shook the beer can that he had previously left out, pulling in the rest of the drink in one long gulp. The man let out a small yawn, digging around for his cell phone. He rose his eyebrows when he saw that he had five missed messages and three missed calls as well as two voicemails. He entered the device, gathering from the multiple messages that the travel agency was down a few workers and that some people needed to fill in. As he delved deeper into the voicemails and texts, hwoever, he found that replacements had been found and that he did not need to worry.
He laughed, tossing the celluar device onto the couch as he stood, heading back to the kitchen. As he did so, however, something caught his attention in his peripheral vision. It was a sheet of paper. Rather mysterious for a Sunday morning. He wiggled his eyebrows, snatching the sheet up from the floor. He squinted to properly read it, his eyebrows raising as he determined the meaning of it. "Oh?" he vocalized in a dramatic fashion. "Me, lonely? Load of f---in' bulls--- if you ask me Mr. I-f----Whoever-I-Want-Whenever-The-f----I-Want." He scolded himself for using such strong language to describe his old friend, shaking his head as he crunched up the paper, letting it fall back to the ground. He grunted heavily, turning into his kitchen.
Once there, he yanked another can from the fridge, chugging in it what was most likely record time. "I have friends, goddamnit," he muttered, thinking mainly of the bartenders he had come to known around the local businesses. "Right? I have friends, Percy?" The mouse was nowhere to be seen. The man huffed angrily, crushing his now empty can. He stomped to the note, opening it and making it as smooth as he could manage. With a red sharpie, he wrote his response. "Sure thing, You make the arrangements, I dont really care what we do." He had a lack of regard for proper puncuation and model penmanship in his intoxicated state.
He plodded to his neighbor's door, lazily shoving the paper underneath and retreating hurriedly back to his own apartment. He closed the door, kicking it afterwards. "I have friends." -
(I suck I'm so rusty)
Finn had been comfortably resting on his couch when he heard his door kicked. At first, he thought it would've been some gangster and automatically scolded himself for f---ing the wrong person. However, when he lazily looked over to the note slid under the door, he could hardly read it. From a combination of things. The sloppy, drunken handwriting and the distance from which he read it.
Putting two and two together, he kind of assumed his note had been responded to. He was nervous, scared and unsure how to take the note. Was it serious? Sarcastic? Finn was never good with sarcasm, so he rarely used it. In fact, his sensitivity often made sarcasm quite hurtful.
He scribbled down a new note, asking if the other male is serious. Then, afterwards, a simple request was written. "Come to the bar with me tonight," It said, "Perhaps we can make you some new friends." He was tempted to draw a wink face, but pushed that temptation away and neatly folded the paper. The pink sharpie he had been using bleed through, but he didn't mind.
Finn waltzed down to his neighbor's apartment, gently shutting his own door. He shoved the note under the door, knocked, than ran away as if ding dong ditching. He had never felt more childish. Then again, he figured Ayden and his relationship was based on being childish, as they had been friends since their childhood.
His childhood. Memories flooded of his late parents before they had died. Tears came, but he blinked them away. Why was his parents death so fresh in his mind? -
After he had reentered his apartment from the previous note deliverance, he could feel his stomach churning due to a wave of emotions conflicting at that very moment. The man stepped wearily along his storm grey carpet, eventually ending up in the confines of his bathroom. He flung himself against the toilet, vomiting violently into the clear water. A chunky, yellowish-green load stared back at him when he pulled away from the toilet bowl. He wiped the side of his mouth with his hand, shivering gently. "f---." he seethed, flushing and standing at the same time. His heart was pounding, so he pulled in a few drawn, heavy breaths. He hurried from the bathroom, noticing a new note in front of his door.
As he read, he sneered at the word "bar". He'd just thrown up almost all that he had had to drink throughout the short time he had been awake, so that thought of going to the bar was a bit worrisome. He didn't care. Alcohol was alcohol was alcohol, no matter what kind of a state you drank it in. Itching the back of head with his nondominant head, he scribbled his response to the best of his ability. "Sounds like a plan. Knock on my door whenever it's time to go." He folded the note this time to make it appear more proper. The thought made him chuckle. He was making proper plans with Finn Arwan Fischer. With that, he sniffled viciously, trying to cause his nose to cease its running.
He exited his home for what he hoped would be the last time until he would be required to leave. The man cautiously slid the note under the door, not trusting his body due its betrayal of him through vomiting. He allowed himself to slowly knock three times before he retreated to his apartment once again, closing his door pointedly. The man plopped back onto his couch, rubbing his eyes and finally flicking off the television. He could not believe, that after all this time apart, his ex-best friend and himself had plans. -
Finn was also quite shocked that the other had chosen to make plans with him. Actual plans. As quite a lonely individual, he couldn't believe he was actually going to his favorite bar accompanied.
He just knew his ex best friend would love the war though. It was named "The Ivory Fox" and was a gay strip club. He knew his friend was kind of..flame, for turn of phrase, so he was sur she would enjoy it. Personally, Finn loved the bar. Plenty of hot people in one place. He'd even hooked up with one of the most popular dancers, Damon, once. That was some seriously good sex- and he didn't even have to pay.
Some time passed before night time rolled around. He had sat, watching his television for hours before Finn deemed it a reasonable time to leave for the bar. He put himself in his best attire, a tight black teeshirt and black pants. He wore golden eyeshadow with black eyeliner, applied lightly.
When he found it finally time to leave, he knocked on his neighbor's door. Finn hoped he was at least awake, nevertheless ready. He knew the chances of the other man being ready were slim. Hopefully he didn't look much like himself- he didn't want people to think they were a couple. Despite wanting to hang with his ex best friend, Finn still wanted to get laid. He knew it was selfish.
Hopefully, he thought, the other man wouldn't judge him for being gay. He doubted he would, but what if he sized him up incorrectly? After all those years of being friends, could he be wrong about his friend's sexuality? The thought terrified the man, his black pupils shrinking to the point where they were hardly visible. -
i finn
The day had rolled along at an agonizing rate, almost as if some higher being had placed the world into some sick, twisted slow motion. Ayden spent the hours lazing, spread along his worn couch with the many questions of life circling around his mind at an astonishing speed. Every now and again, he would pull his mouse from the cage, allow the tiny being to walk along his legs and arms. At some point, the rambunctious rodent settled onto his owner's chest, resting peacefully for the time being. Time escaped the both of them as the man gave small, loving strokes to the Percival's curly grey fur.
"Percival, you are a true gentleman." Suddenly, a knock sounded throughout the apartment, enough to cause Ayden to jump out of fright. "f---!" he uttered, gathering his animal as he recalled that he had decided to have a night out with his friend. "ONE MINUTE!" he yelled, scurrying like Percival might have in order to put the fluff ball away. The man slammed the cage closed in order to ensure his only roommate did not allow his curiosity to get the best of him, to the point where he would attempt to escape.
The man looked down at his own body, growling when he found he had not taken the time to change. He bolted like a Olympian through the home, diving into his bedroom. Ayden yanked a white tee shirt over his body, pulling a green and black flannel as a top. After angrily snatching a pair of black pants from his top drawer, basically hopping into them. Gathering his keys and his wallet, he began to exit. That was when he caught a glimpse of himself in his mirror. He scowled, running his hands through his hair over and over and over.
Ayden was never one to fret about his appearance, but that was mainly because he had always been the type to stay in, ignore what everyone else was doing. But now, heading out with a person of the past, things were different. He was basically being forced to care about his appearance and the way he presented himself to others. Before he stepped out, he went to the bathroom, pulling in a swig of mouthwash, allowing his breath to smell just a little less like alcohol.
With that final action, he went to the door, flinging it open and stepping out. "Why, hello, Finn." -
Finn but imagine him w brown
Finn sneered at the other man's greeting. "You look cute," He teased, "For a hobo." Finn had always been one to tease, honestly. He had never been filtered or overly nice. Instead, Finn liked to keep it real- but with a sensible touch of humor.
"We're going to a gay bar, hope you don't mind!" He blurted out, grabbing his companion's hand. "You'll fit right in, you'll love it~" He hummed, leading his partner down the stairs of the apartment complex.
The stairs were painted black, which was chipping. The overall look was quite ugly, especially with the way the overhead lamp shone on them. It reflected the luscious black paint and also the eyesore chips. It was quite an easy sight to abhor.
Once they entered his black car, he swiftly requested Ayden to ride shotgun and entered the driver's seat. He was nervous, as his ex best friend knew his driving was anything but perfect. He was a fast and reckless driver. Ayden used to ridicule him about this and it always hit him hard, as he wasn't very good at taking teasing. He started the car, regardless, gulping in a nervous frenzy.
Why so scared? He asked himself. It's just Ayden, he thought. He knew he was making a big deal out of it all; it was just a night out, after all. No issue. But with Ayden..that changed everything.
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why hello oh my
Ayden loved to present himself as much tougher than he was, and it typically worked out in his favor. With Finn, however, things were relatively different. The other was a bit intimidating physically as Finn was both shorter and lighter, but that had almost always been the case when it came to the pair. Once he heard the insult wrapped within the compliment, he shrugged, a bit surprised when the other male locked their hands together.
"Wowie, with the way you're touchin' up on me you'd think things never changed," he half-muttered, swallowing heavily after doing so. He did not, however, pull away from the touch, but he did not return it, either. He knew he most likely sounded like a raging dickhead, but that did nothing to deter him from speaking what was on his mind. He assumed the other would understand as the impulsive, undesired personality had been around for years.
"A gay bar, you say? Nice, now I can drink beer and have some raunchy form of entertainment while doing it." He grunted upon releasing the statement, inhaling deeply. Thankfully for him, they arrived at the car at just the right moment. He let out a small sigh of awe, nodding as he entered the vehicle.
"Lovely vehicle. Please don't crash on the way from here to the bar." He buckled his seatbelt, looking to the other. "Actually, I probably wouldn't be too against it if you," he rose his hands, pretending to clutch a steering wheel. "Just kinda veered into the opposite lane." He dropped his hands into his lap, eventually laughing in a sinister manner. "I'm kidding." -
I mean brown hair wtf
And yeah did I not describe him as attractive woah
The man had clearly frowned when the other teased his driving. However, when Ayden made it clear it was a joke, he forced a smile and took no offense. "Alright, lets go." He said, putting some gas into the expensive vehicle.
Soon enough, they were zooming into the distance. It was a cool, Friday evening without much traffic, which was bizarre. He made it to the bar, stepped out and opened the door for his passenger. "Here we are," He said, "The music might be loud, as it's both a club and a bar. Which side would you like to visit first- do you wanna drink or dance?" Finn tilted his head in wait. He knew the place well; the left side was the club and the right the bar. The other's response would dictate which door to enter, even though on the inside they were connected. Of course, Finn figured the alcoholic would want to drink. But Ayden was impulsive and unpredictable- so it was necessary to ask.
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