Blaine to Aemond: [I'm throwing a pool party, wanna come?]
He was planning to just have a few people over... at the church... at night, with plenty of mocktails and food to go around. So far he'd invited most of his friends and acquaintances and gotten a few maybes and some hard no's. He was really hoping for a yes from someone. He didn't know what on earth possessed him to ask Aemond, but he had liked the man's vibe when they met and hoped they could be friends.
The number popped up on Aemond’s screen not a few moments after waking up. Actually it took a moment to remember who is was as he squinted to look at the message. Complimentary himself for not actually saving the number and merely awkwardly texting the other male a few nights prior before regretting it and... Promptly not responding oops.
Yuck though, the mere thought! However he did still feel pretty bad about the last two awkward exchanges so after a moment of considering he finally decided it might b a good idea. Or a terrible one.... But worth a shot right?
Aemond to Blaine. [When?]
Blaine was surprised to get a reply back so quickly.
[Tonight], he sent back just as promptly. [666 Llewellyn Avenue. Bring your own swimsuit.] He thought for a second. [Oh and please bring a swimsuit], he added. He didn't know how modest Aemond was, but he knew some of his other friends and acquaintances had no shame.
Aemond had been mid cleaning the piercings he'd just gotten when the second message dinged and immediately he went laughing, accidentally jabbing it with the q-tip. Who the fuck showed up to a pool party without a swim suit!? Ok on second thought he had been debating just sitting there like a weird and at most getting his feet wet but still? What was Blaine making existing in the pool a requirement? Shaking his head he took a moment longer to do that, as well as eyes, fake one and contact, then finally wandering out to mix his protein shake he briefly stopped once the blender was going to text back.
[So I'm guessing that means I can't wear the blow up T-Rex costume? Damn here I was looking forward to it]
Blaine laughed aloud. Good to know Aemond had a sense of humor. [Wear clothes, is all I'm saying,] he clarified. [I don't know you well enough to know if I need to tell you, but I know 4 people I definitely do, if they show up that is]
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Aemond sent back after sort of staring at it for a moment, that instant regret settling in. Great what had he just signed up for!? Though he quickly decided to put it out of his mind for a time as he was going to the gym and didn't need to be trying to over think while doing that.
When everything was set up for the party, Blaine sat out front of the Church of Divine Sciences, dressed casually in black jeans and a grey wife-beater, bottle of cherry coke at his feet. He greeted people as they came in, waving to some, shooting finger guns at others, pointing them all to the fairy light arrows showing them the way to the pool.
Oh Jesus what the hell was this place? Parking the truck a good enough distance away Aemond could slightly survey who was coming and going for a few moments while he smoked a cigarette Aemond wasn't exactly sure what sorts of heads or tails to make out of something with such an odd name. Here he'd been thinking the guy meant at his house. Well here it went! Finally moving to put the butt out in the ash tray he slid from the drivers side. He'd merely wore his swim trunks along with his running shoes and a hoodie. Not even bothering to where a t-shirt underneath, that and unlike the last time he'd seen the other he had the four fresh piercings on the tip and upper part of his nostrils, mixed that with his hair down and beside the eyepatch and hoodie and he wouldn't have been shocked if he could have slipped past Blaine without him noticing he was even there.
He didn't of course and instead he was soon coming up behind the other, back pack over one shoulder and hand in hoodie pocket. Stopping just behind him he sort of smirked as one of the girls who'd been talking to Blaine sort of went wide eyed for a moment towards him then stammered the rest of what she'd been saying and went running to catch up with her friends.
"Well it clearly wasn't something I said" He commented even before the other had looked back at him. "So what is this home of the big bang theory geeks? Or the flat earth freaks?" He asked a bit teasingly once he had the others attention a small chuckle soon following as probably the only indicator he hadn't said that to merely be an ass.
Blaine laughed aloud. Aemond had a refreshing sense of humor, it turned out.
"I didn't invite you here to proselytize at you," Blaine said easily. "The church has a larger backyard than my house, that's all. I cleared it with Fr. Blackwood, on the grounds that having a few people over might do the old stodge some good." He stood, drinking in Aemond's appearance. Well, he'd worn clothes, which was almost something that could be said for some of the young ladies here tonight. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Where's the dino suit?" he teased.
A couple of girls who looked somewhat alike, one with long blonde waves and the other with red shoulder-length waves, were also eyeing Aemond and whispering to each other smilingly. Clearly they liked what they saw. To Blaine's exasperation, those were two of the girls who had decided to show up barely clothed, in black lace thongs that didn't fit any known requirement for bathing suits. The blonde was fully topless, though she'd arranged her hair to cover her breasts. The redhead was only slightly more demure with a barely-there turquoise demi-bra that set her light olive skin off to advantage.
Aemond sort of scoffed a bit, a small smile of his face at the others question. "I decided it might call a bit more attention than I really want" He replied with a shrug. "And clearly I already have an issue there.... " He added gaze moving towards them a bit blandly for a moment, damn near looking his gaze with one briefly before he looked back to Blaine. "No need to make it worse" he whispered with a bit of a snicker.
"Now I suppose I won't haunt you while you continue greeting your other guests" He added finally before sort of teasingly elbowing him and moving to saunter off towards where the crowd was. Damn, Blaine definitely seemed to have the friend group. Sort of reminded him of the kind of things he had been drug to countless times growing up. Though perhaps a faintly different crowd that was for sure. Those two girls being quite mild compared to the titts that usually came out at the party's his family threw. Especially his older brother.
Finding a spot to toss down his stuff briefly he moved to pull his phone out as he unzipped his hoodie. Speaking of, how dare he not be around on a whim. He sort of rolled an eye spotting the text from Aegon whining about boredom. Yeah he'd considered that but fuck letting his idiot brother cause a damn scene at someone's party he hardly knew. However he did end up texting back claiming he wasn't feeling good again and to fuck off. Then pulling his hoodie off he tossed it down on his stuff and moved to sit for a long moment merely getting lost on his phone if only to avoid the gaze of the girls who looked like they were seriously hoping he'd head there way. Not happening....
Of course, they weren't really the type of girls to wait and hope. One of them headed off to find drinksーand was clearly dismayed to find all they had was nonalcoholicーand the other, the blonde, sauntered over to sit by the newcomer.
"Hey, new boy," she said, her voice heavily seasoned with a Hungarian accent. "Good to know Blaine hasn't lost his touch, inviting strays to attend his... Hootenannies?" She looked round, a pensive expression on her roundish face. "Mm, yes. Hootenanny. Well, lest I let my manners lapse, I am Désmoda, a priestess of eh... A brother church. Don't let it bother you, I'm not here to talk shop, but can I get you a drink?"
"Tch," her companion tsked loudly from behind the man. "Don't bother, they're all, like, everything-free. You think they'd at least have some real wine." The redhead scoffed, then looked at the guy. "Hey, what's up. I'm Cinnamon," she greeted perfunctorily, then looked round at some of the other attendees. "Jeez. Maybe someone else brought real drinks. So I'm gonna go mingle. Catch you later."
Désmoda winced. She had tried to "raise" her cousin to a higher standard of refinement, but the girl insisted on talking and acting like a pleb.
Had she just called him .... The look of irritation was rather heavy on Aemond's face for a moment until he began to at least gather if she'd meant to be insulting, it wasn't at him. Moving to put his phone down he sort of chuckled finally at Cinnamons comment. "Wow, that is a pity. I thought it was requirement to have those kinds of drinks at a party. Unless it's for children" He added moving to lean back watching as Cinn turned to wander off, seeming to still want words about having alcohol.
"She's persistent... " He commented briefly watching after her for a moment before glancing to Des. "So Des? I'm Aemond, prefer that to new boy.... Or stray" He remarked finally with a bit of a chuckle as soon as he'd finished.
"Oh, sorry," Désmoda said, sounding only half-sorry. "Picking up stray puppies is a phrase we often use to describe Blaine just meeting someone and inviting them out as though they've been friends forever. There's neither rhyme nor reason to his choices, just people in whom he takes a special interest." She unthinkingly tossed a curtain of hair back over her shoulder, exposing a breast somewhere between a C and a D. "The drinks, through, do have a reason. 'I got soused at a church party' is not a phrase moral guardians like to hear. This church is on thin ice with the government anyhow. Letting unlicensed people cook for their soup kitchen, holding congregational pot lucks and inviting... everyone, to eat and sleep." She paused. "And 'sleep,'" she added with finger quotes. "But every church in our family does it. I cannot say why this one in particular has come under fire for it."
"That's why I'm running for office," Cin chirped. "I mean, let's face it, separation of church and state is a great theory, but in practice, the governmentー" She gasped, cutting herself off. "Oh my gods, I love this song!"
"Hey, me, too!" another perky blonde piped up next to her. "Ooh, who's the cutie with the scar?" she purred, eyeing Aemond up shamelessly.
"That's Aemond," said Désmoda, raising an eyebrow at the other blonde. "Good swim costume. I almost dressed to match," she said sarcastically, eyeing the girl's frilly pink top and knee-length flowy skirt. The hem of a tight-fitting pair of knee shorts could just barely be seen under the hem of her skirt.
"Really, you almost dressed?" the girl shot back, then grinned at Cin and, grabbing Cin's hand, led her off to dance.
"Uh huh..." Aemond replied not exactly sure how to take that explanation. Was she indicating Blaine just liked picking up on strangers and inviting them to things randomly? To what end? Well actually he could think of one now that he actually thought about it but he still wasn't exactly certain so for now he'd leave it. Reading people hadn't ever been his strongest suit that was for sure. The rest of the females explanation was a bit lost to him as he'd glanced off in the direction Blaine had been then towards the all to giddy looking blonde nearing even before she was suddenly speaking. Oh yeah, none of these bitches were subtle or cared. He was definitely starting to regret a previous decision now. If only so he had someone who could fucking distract them long enough for him to avoid this kind of shit and bounce about as he usually did.
He did however sort of smile her direction if only to seem friendly. For most of the conversation he honestly probably seemed a bit aloof however by the time insults were flying over the swim suit that the blonde was wearing he did manage to catch it and actually snickered himself. Yeah honestly she was wearing so much pink it was almost blinding. Not a flattering color in his opinion. At least not on a blonde.
Cutie with the scar? Yuck, he wanted to gag still recalling it as he moved to stand from where he was sitting. Some bitches quite seriously let any sort of class fall right out of their daft brains before leaving the house. And somehow they thought it was cute. Moving to stand finally he finally decided to track down drinks himself. Non alcoholic as they were which he still couldn't get over and he half expected to find a bunch of damn juice bags.
Désmoda took that as a yes to her offer and walked towards the drinks area. Mostly they had soda, juice, various iced teas and coffees, and some non-alcoholic versions of beer and wine. There was a mixologist present serving mocktails and Dés grabbed her usual favorite.
After Cinnamon and Serena had finished their dance, Serena brought Cin over to her big blue footlocker of real drinks and mixed her an amaretto sour.
"I don't think your friend there liked me very much," she said with a grin.
"No one likes you," Cin teased back.
"Figure out what his deal is yet?"
Cin shrugged. "Dunno. Seems a bit boring for a guy who looks like that."
"Should be illegal," Serena muttered. "Hey, I wonder what would happen if...."
A few minutes later, Cin had tracked Aemond back down and was pressing a beer into his hand. "Found the real drinks!" she said triumphantly.
Blaine meanwhile was aware of the footlocker but, as it has been brought by a guest and not supplied by the church, he let it go. Figuring the party was obvious enough now that he didn't have to sit out as welcoming committee anymore, he stripped down to his frond-on-black trunks for a swim, cannonballing into the pool with a whoop of joy.
Oh great, the nasty stuff.... The thought however hardly showed on his face as he moved to take the drink from the female with a sort of smile up at her. By now he'd done his own round and was actually in the pool leaning against the edge where he'd been at least slightly entertaining some brunette girl who seemed a odd? Yeah that was a nice way of putting it considering she hadn't tried to flirt, or insult him but rather was asking perhaps way to many questions prior to Cin coming up.
However seeing the other female she seemed to flit away quite quickly so as he'd glanced back he couldn't even see which direction she'd gone. "Mmm yeah well, you did better than I did clearly. Thanks" He replied with a bit of a chuckle finally, taking a swig he set it down before moving to pull himself up onto the edge of the pool. He'd been about to ask if she knew the weird girl and where he own flock had flitted off to but before he had Blaine suddenly went tearing by causing the water to come splashing back at them. "Ey if I wanted to drink chlorine I'd have asked you fuck!" He smarted the moment the brunettes head had popped out of the water. Yeah, definitely got in his drink. Though in reality OH WELL.... It tasted like absolute piss anyway. With that he moved to simply chug it down then moved to stand "Alright where did you find the adult section" he sort of teased once he'd turned back to Cin.
Cin was shocked that he'd actually taken the Pabst. She'd half expected him to demand a REAL drink, but whatever, there were plenty of those to be had. She led him to the footlocker.
"Look who's here," Serena purred, eyeing Aemond up and down like she wanted to have him for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. "What's your poison, cutie?"
Following her closely he wasn't exactly surprised to see little miss wannabe pinky pie. They had seemed like a typical girl squad after all. "Well I heard this is where the cool kids were hanging out. Wouldn't wanna miss it!" He remarked a bit smartly back. Eye moving to the footlocker however he sort of smirked. Clever, at least some people were thinking. "Gin? Vodka? Depends what you have" He replied rather nonchalantly.
Serena giggled. "I like you, you're feisty!" she declared. "And we have everything. Most of it's top shelf because I do have some standards, but I throw in a few IPAs for the hipster crowd. I could mix you something, too. There's a library of recipes living in this little mind of mine."
He sort of a chuckled at hearing her response a bit of a wildly amused look crossing his face as he moved over to sit on one of the nearby chairs that sat beneath the large sunshade umbrella over the table. Best to try and not completely burn himself right? As that was near all that would happen. "In that case, those are my poisons and you have my attention. Surprise me...." He sort of teased her with a bit of a chuckle. Anything sounded better than the first drink he'd had frankly and it wasn't like he was planning on heavy drinking so? Why not taste test?
"A wise choice!" Serena exclaimed. She tilted her head side to side for a moment, examining him, then mixed him something she thought might suit him... with a little dose of a special ingredient thrown in for good measure. "Happy drinking, cutie," she murmured, a glint in her large teal eyes as she handed him the beverage.
For a moment he'd sort of been watching her, mainly out of curiosity though... A bit of shouting near the pool had pulled his attention for a good moment as she finished and it wasn't until she was handing him the cup he looked again. Ok point taken, this girls flirting was a bit over the top. Still he took it in stride and hardly seemed phased simply taking a hesitant sip for a moment. "Alright you know, definitely good I may have to come back for more" He sort of teased her before moving to take another few swigs. Of course absolutely clueless to anything being in it.
After chatting with her a brief bit longer he'd gotten up spotting someone he actually did know from the college. Escape, before she decided to sit on his lap or call him cutie for like the hundredth time. Seemed to have worked to as this was a pair of siblings he had a few classes with.
Well at some point while sitting in the pool on the steps he'd lost track of whatever had even been left of that drink. Joey and Mark were next to him talking but he wasn't really catching ANY of it. Count suddenly as the third time Joey had asked if he was ok.
"You're like zoned?" She said eyeing him.
"Oh... Yeah... " He muttered. Though if she'd replied he'd missed that to as he moved to pull from the pool finally slowly heading to find his towel and in the process he ran nearly head first into Blaine. "Oh shit... I forgot you were here" He slurred very evidently drunk at least to what Blaine could probably tell.
Serena looked pleased by the compliment-- in a wary sort of way, like she almost couldn't understand why this brusque, even rude, guy was finally saying something nice to her. She didn't like the way he kept moving away from her, especially since she hadn't been anything other than kind to him. So in her mind, it was very simple. She wanted him to stop going away. This drink would make sure he wouldn't go anywhere. Knowing Blaine, he'd set Aemond in one of the guest rooms at the church (which truthfully functioned quite a lot like a hotel).
And that was exactly what Blaine did. "Alrighty, let's get you somewhere you can rest," he murmured. He let Aemond lean on him and walked him to a room. Serena went into the church herself, marked in her mind which room they'd gone to, and then ducked into the bathroom so it wouldn't look like she was stalking the guy. She exited a few minutes later, then went to another room and got rid of her skirt and top set.
When it was obvious Aemond was down for the count, Sebastian had him in his car driving to an actual motel. He paid a little extra for the concierge to forget his name and face (though it was hard to recognize beneath large wrap-around sunglasses), and not to check his ID.
The next morning found them cuddled up in bed together, both fully unclothed, Sebastian holding Aemond firmly in his arms like a teddy bear, nestled underneath the blankets.
Somewhere in there Aemond had completely lost track of what was going on. Thus by the time he began to wake up he wasn't even sure where the hell he was. Only that someone was snuggled close and his head hurt like something awful. Feeling a bout of serious nausea he slowly reached to pry the arms from around his waste. Fuck nothing, not his clothes, his eye patch even missing! What had fucking happened!? Squinting a bit he was slightly sure he spotted his swim trunks at least on a nearby chair but he hadn't the time to focus on that before he was stumbling up and for a trash can he spotted nearby.
That was about where he ended up puking for a moment. Though once he did stop his head ended up dropping to the small chair that sat beside the hotel tv just sort of staring. Ok so hotel, somewhere..... Where the hell was his phone? He definitely felt bad enough he was sure he needed a ride and just wanted to go home whatever had happened.
Sebastian frowned and began to wake as Aemond pulled away, and then threw up to boot! Rude. Sebastian almost wanted to slug him. Ungrateful little shit. He scoffed, got up, and shoved an unopened bottle of water and one of aspirin in Aemond's hands. He hadn't bothered to try charging Aemond's phone. He didn't want the guy being able to run off on him, after all.
"Get your shit together," Sebastian said, keeping his voice low and somewhat gentle, so as not to aggravate Aemond's hangover too much. "I'll drop you off at the bus stop."
Who the fuck? Squinting a bit as the male neared him and went shoving the water at him his brow furrowed a bit in confusion. He didn't remember him from the party and that was fairly concerning considering.... He'd never blacked out like that in his entire life. Taking the water in a shaky hand he went downing a few swigs of it before eyeing the pill for a moment. Just aspirin. Moving to take it he took a few swigs sort of eyeing the other for a moments he moved to wipe at his mouth weakly and went setting the bottle on top of the table just above his head. Then slowly his hand reached to grab the shorts from the chair. Nope the second he moved that rush of nausea came back and he moved to throw up again. Jesus Christ it was in his hair! Why the hell was he so fucking sore!? Was this what his older brother fucking got into the days he woke up claiming he didn't remember shit. How could anyone find this a good time!?
A few more moments and he was wiping his mouth again and moving to stagger up. He made it as far as sitting in the chair and finally he was struggling to get his shorts on if only because he half wanted to keep throwing up from nerves about straight being in a hotel room naked with a stranger. And a moody looking one at that... Then again if he felt like this how much had either of them drank?
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "No," he said. He guided Aemond over to the shower and turned the spray on, making sure it was warm before gently pushing the younger man under it. "Clean up first," he said. "I'll have a change of clothes out for you when you're done." He left Aemond to shower, though not before casting an appreciative look at his body. Even messy, hungover, his missing eye unhidden, and grossness in his hair, Aemond was gorgeous. Sebastian regretted that he couldn't have had him willingly.
He discreetly unplugged the hotel phone before he left.
There was a convenience store round the corner so it didn't take him too long to grab a T-shirt, underpants, and some sweats. Sebastian guessed Aemond's sizing based on his swim trunks. It was a sin to cover that beautiful body, but it wasn't like Aemond could go out naked or in yesterday's swimsuit.
Heading back to the hotel, he noticed there was a Denny's across the street. Okay. Maybe if Aemond was nice, Sebastian could treat him to breakfast. He wasn't a complete monster, after all.
He got back to the hotel room and put the neatly folded clothes in Aemond's side of the bed. "Get dressed, I'll buy you breakfast," he called.
It wasn't until he was in the shower that it had really hit him. That dwindling thought in the back of his head. Mixed with not remembering shit after having what... Two drinks? It was adding up as much as clear evidence he'd fucked enough both ways to feel. Raw.... The hot water doing little to calm his tense muscles. Still it had woken him up a bit more, enough to at least make a decision finally. He'd seen his bag sitting next to the bed, his phone was probably in there. He'd just call ... Fuck there was really only one mother fucker he trusted would keep this on the down low. Criston would worry and ask way to many questions he didn't have answers for, Aegon was just stupid and prone to opening his mouth, Haelena would worry TO much.
Taking a slow breath he moved to step from the shower finally. He still honestly felt sick but was pretty sure he'd thrown up all he possibly could. By this point he heard the guy shouting and rolled an eye a bit irritated. Did this idiot not know how a one night stand worked? Wake up and go your own damn way!
He didn't respond however and merely wrapped a towel around his waste after he'd rung his hair out a good bit. Then drifting from the bathroom slowly he made his way over to grab the bag from the floor. Eyeing the clothes for a moment he soon picked them up and simply headed back into the bathroom using a foot to kick the door shut behind him.
Sebastian glowered at the door as he pulled on his own clothes, a pair of silver jeans and a light grey tank. "You're welcome," he muttered bitterly, resisting the urge to start trashing the motel room in his anger. Would it kill this guy to at least pretend to have some manners? He adjusted his bun in the mirror and brushed his teeth, then sat patiently on the bed to wait for Aemond to come out so they could go to breakfast. As mean as Aemond was to him, he kind of liked the guy and wanted to get to know him.
Pulling his phone from within the bag Aemond moved to click it on. Nothing.... It was completely dead. So went his luck, maybe the other guy had a charger. Not that he really wanted to do anything other than GO HOME right about then and there but clearly that wasn't happening unless he got his phone on. The bus station!? Where the hell was he!? Moving to pull on the clothes he nearly wanted to start bitching just at the way the shirt fit but, it was something right?
Shit what if someone had tried to reach him!? What if they'd figured out the shit with those fucks from the other day!? What if ... Suddenly he froze by the sink and became a bit nervous. What if this guy knew them? What if he'd unknowingly dropped himself right into a trap. And he'd left his FUCKING gun in the DAMN truck!!
By now he'd been in the bathroom for near fifteen minutes between fighting to think straight and not crazy and getting dressed. By the end he merely ended up brushing his hair a bit and eyeing a few places that looked near hickey like on the side of his neck. Fucking seriously!? Least they wouldn't be noticable.... Not that it mattered who'd get mad?
Finally moving to leave the bathroom he came out sort of sinking down onto the bed a few feet from the other. "So.... I don't remember last night.... Gonna fill me in?... We didn't drive to Vegas and get married I hope?" He remarked, his tone dry as fucking sandpaper and though he was attempting to joke.... It didn't come out that way.
Sebastian looked up slowly, an expression of hope beginning to light his face. Aemond really thought they could've gotten married? He smiled affectionately. "That's an urban myth," he said. "Uh, if we'd gone to Vegas, we'd have had to wait till nine the next morning to get a marriage license at the county clerk's office. But you would have been worth waiting for. Now come on, let me treat you to breakfast."
"Oh.... " Aemond muttered not really caring that much what the actual facts were considering he was being sarcastic. "Look that sounds good but.... I need to charge my phone. I'm not taking no mother fucking bus" He muttered moving to pull his cigarettes from the front of his back pack. Glancing to the nearby hotel flyer on the bed he immediately knew where he was. Fucking traffick, still dude be cutting bitches off in that hummer so it might take him forty five minutes of he wasn't currently puking himself. Here was to hoping right?..
"Do you have charger?.. or a phone?" He asked eyeing the other with a rather tired expression as he placed the cigarette between his lips.
"I'll let you use my phone after you let me buy you breakfast," Sebastian insisted stubbornly. "And you don't have to take the bus," he said, somewhat more gently. "I just didn't think you wanted me knowing where you lived. Otherwise I'd have offered to drive you home myself. Look, okay, let me feed you, I'll drive you anywhere you want to go, I'll even get you a new charger. Just...."
Aemond sort rolled an eye "I didn't say I refused..... And last time I checked you, don't LET me do anything.... I don't even know your fucking name" He shot a bit annoyed now. There it was, he'd finally admitted how utterly clueless he was. Lucky he'd held it together this long and that was partly out of shame and not wanting to seem like an idiot or an asshole. Who the hell did this guy think he was!? Acting like if he called for a ride he couldn't what? Ask for his number? Ask to have breakfast with him? Not that he really wanted food but the guy had been ok up until this point of weirdness albeit a bit moody. So why wouldn't he eat with him? "Anyway you're right... I don't... So I'm calling someone" He finally grumbled moving to stand. Feeling like he wanted to barf dead children, sore in places he'd not even known could be this sore, head still slightly thrumming and now this guy acting like he ran the damn show!
"... Sebastian."
God, what was with this guy's attitude? All Sebastian had done was show him some kindness and a good time, free of charge, and was even offering to buy him breakfast. He sort of grimaced and, making sure they had all their stuff together, led the way out. He wouldn't check out just yet. Home was unbearably lonely when he was between boyfriends. At least in a motel he could pretend he was on vacation.
It was overcast, thankfully, not overly bright out. Sebastian didn't really get hungover himself, but he understood they were unpleasant and could be exacerbated by sensory overload. He got them into his Jag and drove them across the street to Denny's. They were seated right away and Sebastian gazed fondly at Aemond across the table.
"So," he began quietly, "last night you passed out at the party. I picked you up and brought you to that motel. It's about a half hour drive. You were not injured and you were not robbed. What else did you want to know?"
Oh he was pissed now! Completely ignored!? The guy had just gone about like everything was cool!? Guy, ok at least he had a name though as of the moment he wanted to use guy just for spite. Still he'd merely given up the desire to scream at him for the sheer fact he still wanted to curl up into a ball on the bed over anything. Nearly had to had Sebastian not gone pushing at leaving.
Whatever he wasn't paying right? If he even had money at all. That had been another thought though, Sebastian would have been fairly sorry if he had gone that route. He had checked his wallet on the way there making it blatantly obvious as well as he was to irritated to really care. At this point he was merely there to hear the other out and if he didn't like what he heard, well? He'd walked home for miles that night Aegon had taken him out and bought prostitutes. After getting completely ditched of course the mother fucker.
Once within the restaurant Aemond sat a bit sulkily with his back to the window. Still in-between cursing his throbbing head and exhaustion. He hadn't said much of anything sense they'd left the hotel. "Nothing... Look I'm sorry I just feel like trash... I've never... Blacked out like that before.... I wasn't even planning on really drinking like that, or staying long" He sort of muttered the last part. Truth be told he hadn't been. He'd told Haelena he'd help her with the kids in the morning and was SUPPOSED to have gone to her place sometime before midnight. He'd have to think of an explanation there thankfully she'd definitely not press or even be angry.
Oh. He felt like trash, maybe that's why he had been so mean earlier. Sebastian worked to keep his face neutral, free from vulnerability as he realized this and nodded. "Understandable," he said. He couldn't entirely help the shy little smile that peeked out from under his mask. "Does your head still hurt?" he asked gently. "I have something for it that's a little more effective than what they sell at the drugstore."
"Yeah... But I'll live" He muttered hardly keen on the idea of taking anything remotely like what Sebastian could mean. He had always been a bit stickler about having mostly clear sense and right now? Even fucking now! He was so exhausted and crappy feeling he was pretty sure he could have zoned hard enough he'd not notice someone pull a damn gun on him. Taking a breath he moved to close his eye for a few moments and stayed silent up until the waiter had came. Where he proceeded to order normal pancakes and a water. At least perhaps he wouldn't end up throwing that up if he got sick again right? Might actually help him feel a bit better if he could make himself eat.
Sebastian frowned again. There Aemond went, spurning his generosity yet again. "Of course you'll live," he said a bit impatiently. "I just thought you'd want your hangover cleared up faster, cutie. That's all." He froze as he realized his own slip of the tongue, but decided to continue casually. "It helps to have chemists for friends."
Aemond couldn't help the slight annoyed look that crossed his face as he heard the nick name. How many damn times had that stupid bitch yesterday called him that while acting like a complete thirty twat at him. Eye opening he shot a moody look towards the other and shook his head "Yeah, it does.... If you're into that kind of thing" He replied a bit dully. Yeah no whatever Sebastian was offering couldn't be legal and not that it was an issue of that. He wasn't about to take anything that classified as a narcotic or any kind of pain medicine. And him just describing it that way sounded suspect as fuck to someone who's family's current main function in the states was Cocaine and Narcotics.
Sebastian was crushed. "I was only trying to help," he said quietly, biting his lip to keep it from wobbling. Fuck this whole 'trying to care about others' bullshit if this was the response he was going to get. "It's not like I was going to poison you aga.... Forget it." He carelessly swiped the serum onto the floor, letting the glass vial shatter. "Fuck you if you want to act like that. Fuck Trent for leaving me to run off with some rando called Daemon. Fuck Blaine and his stupid parties, fuck Désmoda and her real tits, fuck this entire stupid fucking city." He didn't raise his voice above a low grumble but his words did grow more heated. He pulled out an activated burner phone and threw it on the table. "Call your fucking friend. Asshole. And make sure he knows you owe me $3,500. Normally it'd be $3,200 but I'm charging interest for your shitty attitude. It hurt my feelings, so...."
Hearing the the other Aemonds eyes immediately opened a bit wide. What was he on about!!? Watching what was very clearly what he thought hit the floor he was slowly processing things when he heard his uncle's name..... And Trent's?! What the hell?! The last part though had him both wanting to barf and throw up! A fucking hooker!? Wait hadn't he heard him almost say? No, no he wouldn't go there. This guy really had no idea the amount of shit he'd stepped into if he brought money up past that moment. He nearly wanted to leave, fuck his stupid phone however after processing some of that he reached and picked it up, his eyes not leaving the other except to dial in the number and let it ring, twice, three times he looked a bit irritated now but finally the other end came in.
"Fuck your mother" Daemon's voice suddenly came over the phone that Aemond had quite purposely put on speaker out of spite.
"Wait! Don't hang up.... But agreed" He spoke rather quickly immediately knowing the other was probably annoyed at the unknown phone number.
"Aemond? What the fuck it's ear.... I mean what's up?" Daemon added tiredly. Clearly he'd also woken him up great.
"Need a ride... Oh and there's a cunt here who apparently wants thirty five hundred" He remarked which was an easy way to get the others attention.
"For what.....?" Daemon asked sounding a bit confused still.
"I don't recall but, bring the discount card will you. I've errands after this" He added casually.
The sound of grumbling came from the other end before Daemon finally spoke again. "Do you need me to bring your medicine?"
"Definitely.... " Aemond replied before telling him the address and finally moving to hang up and toss the phone all to disrespectfully onto the table as he slid for the end of the booth. He nolonger wanted to sit there a moment longer, food be absolutely DAMNED!
"You're a very mean-spirited boy," Sebastian observed. "Look, would you sit down? It wouldn't kill you to keep me company till your friend gets here, would it?" His voice cracked just the slightest and he hated himself for it. "I'll forgive the fee. I don't even care that much about money. I just... wanted to spend some time with you. You don't need to be a dick about it." God, he was so lonely. He looked pensively at his wrists. He had a switchblade in his bag, maybe...? But would it be worth potentially going to emergency psychiatric again and possibly having it confiscated?
The waitress brought over Aemond's foodー and a doggie bag. Judging by that and the suspicious look she was giving Sebastian, she had understood at least part of the conversation. Fuck her. Sebastian ignored her and kept staring at his wrists.
--
Blaine had been trying to get ahold of Aemond since last night. At first it was a simple text: [Hey, I noticed you left the church. Lmk if you got home safe :)]
Then when cleaning up, he noticed Serena's discarded clothes in an adjacent room. She'd been hovering around Aemond last night and the footlocker in the middle of the lawn was definitely hers.
He tried calling Aemond's cell but it went straight to voicemail. "Hey, it's Blaine. Let me know if you run into any trouble on the way home and I'll be happy to help you out."
The next morning, he tried both their cells. Both went to voicemail, but Serena's rang once and a half, which told Blaine she had declined the call on purpose.
"You left your footlocker here," he informed her voicemail coldly.
Then, to Aemond's voicemail, "Blaine again. Uh...." He couldn't think of how to word his thoughts, especially if they might turn out to be unfounded, so he went with, "So text me when you get this."
--
Meanwhile Trent had been bringing Daemon breakfast in bed when Daemon got the call. At the mention of $3,500, Trent's jaw dropped slightly, and when Aemond mentioned he couldn't remember last night, Trent almost dropped the tray. He set it down hurriedly at Daemon's bedside and tossed his clothes, shoes, and keys at him.
Then when Daemon got off the phone, Trent tried for his usual sunny smile. "Hey," he said, attempting to sound casual, "don't worry about the fee. I'll cover it. Let's get going, though. That sounded like it could be serious." He took the breakfast burritos he'd made back to the kitchen and wrapped them in tinfoil, then put them in a little insulated bag to go.
"Keep you company? Are you serious?" Aemond sort of repeated back sounding right in between angry and confused. Forgive the fee? Oh he wanted to fucking sock him in his poor pity me face! Taking a slow breath Aemond moved to slowly sink back into the seat across from him. Well at least it wouldn't be hard to tell his uncle which mother fucker had thought themselves clever. Cutie, cutie, now that he was staring the other could have been her twin. Maybe? Moving to simply set the food down for the moment he went running both hands over his face in frustration. "At least tell me one thing..... And don't lie..... " He finally started lips pursing together. "What were you about to say after you said you wouldn't poison me .... I remember drinking a beer.... A some weird fucking drink someone who conveniently called me cutie made" He was talking quiet now. His words just above a whisper so someone nearby wouldn't hear.
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Daemon glanced to Trent but... Didn't comment. Money!? Hell no he wasn't paying that especially considering Aemond had used two different codes to relay the potential situation. One being he wanted someone thrashed and the other being he was in at least mild trouble currently. Putting his clothes on a bit quickly which at this hour was merely a long sleeve and an half of his old army uniform on the bottom he the made sure to grab his phone and a hoodie before heading out for the large black hummer. Hardly looking for Trent as he passed and merely stopping to grab his favorite pistol from beneath a couch cushion.
"If you're coming hurry it up Trent!" He called before heading out the door and climbing into the vehicle. Already having it started and the foreign sounding metal half blared by the time Trent had caught up.
Fucking hell it was gonna be one of those days......
"Why wouldn't I be serious?" Sebastian asked, all doe-eyed confusion and misery. But he relaxed and let out a breath when Aemond sat back down. "Thank you," he whispered, to Aemond or God or whoever the fuck was listening.
Sebastian blinked at his question. "You were slipped a sedative," he said, as if it was the most obvious, most natural thing in the world. "And, no, that vial you refused wasn't another one. It wouldn't have done anything other than cure your headache andーum, any incidental pains." His cheeks heated slightly as he kind of unwittingly glanced down Aemond's body. "You just seemed so... Tense. Uptight. Mistakes were made. Dosages were miscalculated." He spoke carefully, using the passive verb. Even if this was recorded somehow, a good lawyer could argue that Sebastian technically never admitted to anything.
--
Trent wasn't sure what that look was about, or why Daemon needed a pistol, but he didn't think anything of it as he hopped into the car next to Daemon, breakfast box in hand.
When they got there, Trent wasn't at all surprised to see Sebastian, nor was he surprised when Sebastian flung himself into Trent's arms, barely holding back tears. Trent held his best friend/ex-boyfriend close, protective, reassuring. He'd never had the heart to leave Sebastian in distress, except the night they'd broken up and Sebastian had declared he never wanted to see Trent again. That had been about a week before Trent and Daemon had met.
"Oh, Bashie, what did you do?" Trent asked miserably. Being caught between his old boyfriend and his new one wasn't a position he exactly relished. He would be completely unable to take sides if it came to that, and they'd both probably see it as a betrayal.
"Please don't hate me," Sebastian mumbled, to Trent, to Aemond, to the universe, whoever. Trent just rubbed his back and let him cling, looking at Daemon and Aemond a bit cluelessly.
Aemond hadn't spoke, however what he had done was finally stand up again. "You're fucking sick..." He managed angrily before moving to a different booth. One where he didn't even have to sit there looking at the other for the next thirty minutes or so. However long had passed he wasn't sure as he'd ended up laying his head in his arms at the table in a mixture of exhaustion, still feeling the heavy effects of the hangover and the anger that had him wanting to puke. He'd sat there any longer he probably would have finally snapped and beaten that guy's face to a fucking pulp in front of what was at least ten witnesses nearby. Wait staff, other customers. As IF he fucking needed that on his track record having barely been let go from a psych ward a month prior. The alternative to jail in his case. At least their lawyer had pulled some heavy strings.
Well the sound of footsteps nearing and a hand on his shoulder finally pulled him from his thoughts and lifting his head he was just in time to first glance up at Daemon and then slowly towards Trent and that royal piece of dog shit. Aemond was now glaring rather venomously and slowly he moved to stand ignoring the questioning look Daemon was giving him for a moment. "Let's just go..." He muttered however Daemon moved to stop him with a hand.
"What the hell are you doing with Trents ex.... " He whispered all but ignoring Sebastian who wasn't making any sense at all. Aemond sort of grit his teeth for a moment looking if he might snap but shooting another look of annoyance at Sebastian he stayed silent for a moment. Damn it!
"He fucking drugged me ... Almost wouldn't let me leave" He whispered lowly deciding that was as simple as he could put it. The guy was clearly insane. That and he could fill in most of the rest of what Sebastian had told him later.
Daemon took a deep breath, a look of irritation crossing his face. It was one thing for him to cry at Trent on occasion like any of this was Trent's problem but this!? He seemed to think for a moment before moving to pull his keys from his hoodie and push them into Aemonds hand. It didn't take a rocket scientist to tell the other didn't feel well and was more than merely distraught. Aemond NEVER looked like this and judging by his rather lazy appearance, rather extra pale look and his expression he was damn near as bad as Aegon when he'd done about ten different drugs and drank then woke the next morning.
"Go to the truck ... " Daemon finally told him before letting out a long sigh and turning towards Trent and Sebastian again. He didn't say anything, not until Aemond had made it out the door and he heard the ding. "You drugged my fucking nephew!? And you're the one who wants to stand here and cry!??" He shot finally not really paying Trent any mind. He fucking couldn't right now considering he even knew the fucking asshole would probably either stick up for this crazy fuck or just leave.
"Fuck your thirty five hundred! If Trent wants to fucking give it to you then that's on him but if I fucking see you again..... I won't be standing here calmly you absolute TRASH whore!" He shot before moving to leave. Ok yeah finally someone had been loud enough to gain the attention of a few people nearby. Between that and Sebastian's pathetic show of woah is me.
"What are you fucking looking! Mind your damn pancakes Margret!" Daemon shot at one of the old ladies as he walked past and for the door. "You have fifteen Trent and I'm leaving. With or WITHOUT you!!" He added still walking. Then came one of Daemon's rather sarcastic laughs "A Whore who has to trick people into being her clients! It doesn't get more pathetic!" He remarked though his tone had died down some and it was more to himself than Sebastian as he moved to throw the door open in front of him sauntering out.
Fucking Denny's.... Only reason he hadn't kept going in there. Might have given an old person a heart attack if he had.
Sebastian regretted saying anything the second Aemond got up to leave. How was it sick to want company? He didn't deserve to be left alone all the time. He actually had been just about to go fishing for his knife when Trent had appeared.
Trent was returning Aemond's look with one of equal loathing. He and Sebastian had grown up together; he knew Sebastian never did anything wrong without being pushed to it.
Sebastian fully broke down crying in Trent's arms the second Aemond left. Before Trent could try to help him calm down, Daemon was yelling at Sebastian. Trent sighed and stroked Sebastian's hair. This ...was about as bad as he'd thought it would be.
"Daemon, okay, I get that you're upset," Trent finally spoke up, "but there's no way in hell Sebastian would outright say he drugged your nephew. You, on the other hand, just blatantly threatened him in a crowded restaurant."
Sebastian broke out of Trent's arms and launched himself at Daemon, slugging him, kicking, even making to chokeslam him and bash his fucking head on the doorframe. Trent hadn't seen that coming.
"Hey, guys, come on, cut it out," he complained.
"You know NOTHING!" Sebastian snarled in Daemon's face. "You don't know me. You don't know what happened last night. All you have is Aemond's word, which could easily be construed as him misunderstanding what he was told. Don't you DARE fucking try no high ground bullshit with me!"
"Take it outside," the waitress said pointlessly, tossing Sebastian's bag out the door and giving Trent the boxed food.
"Oh-- guys?" Trent grimaced, then pushed past them and brought the pancakes to the truck. "Sorry about all this," he said awkwardly to Aemond.
To say he hadn't made it far would have been .... A slight miscalculation. Trent may have been right but he also hadn't fucking taken into consideration.... Daemon didn't really give a FUCK! Feeling the hit to the side of his head and the kick he whirled just in time for Sebastian to arm to come attempting to grab him. Well instead Sebastian got a nice head slam as Daemon's hands went snatching at him back furiously. This fucking TWAT!!! Oh look there went Trent whining! He'd have mocked him had he not been fairly preoccupied.
"High ground you! Bitch you don't need me to say SHIT you do it on your own!!!!!!!" He shouted moving to shove the other man. Fucking little twit was like wrestling a damn Chihuahua!!! Small but fucking persistent!!
"Gladly!!" He added hearing the waitress. Well he wasn't so sure Sebastian would let him walk out so there was one way considering his back was to the door. Suddenly moving to slug Sebastian in the face he moved to step back fast that way even if the other came at him.... Well they'd at least be heading that direction. That and the thought of using the door was already in his mind. Fucking bash this psychopath in between the metal frame a few times.
Meanwhile out in the hummer Aemond sat in the back seat, door open with a cigarette in his hand. He'd been just sort of aimlessly staring when he heard Trent walking up. Letting out a sigh he merely shrugged and said nothing. His gaze only raising finally as he heard the door to the restaurant and the sounds of the fight. The slowly he'd moved to open the center console where he was soon digging.
Sebastian ducked the punch and was about to attack again when Trent suddenly appeared behind him, holding Sebastian's own sparkly pink switch blade to Sebastian's throat.
"Pleaseーplease do it," Sebastian begged through his tears. "Kill me. I can'tーI can't be alone anymore. And they don'tー they don't understand, all I wanted was to spend some timeー"
Trent carefully pulled Sebastian away from Daemon, nodding at Daemon to go ahead and take Aemond home. "Police are on their way," Trent murmured. "What do you want to do?"
Sebastian shook his head. He didn't know. He didn't care.
"If I kill you," Trent whispered, close to Sebastian's ear, barely moving his lips, making sure no one else could hear, "who's going to jam Aemond up for all the pain he's caused you?"
Sebastian thought about this. If his firm had done any work at all for Aemond or anyone connected to him, Sebastian could drop some anonymous tips in the right inboxes. Trent knew how to make those things damn near untraceable.
Trent retracted the knife and pocketed it just before the police arrived. Sebastian glanced at them. Yes... These ones, he knew.
"There was just a misunderstanding," he told the officer who came out to speak to him. "But I think the other party may have been driving under the influence?" He gave the license plate of the truck.
"Christ..... " Daemon hissed rather angrily once Trent had said that. Eyes shooting once more furiously to Sebastian he slowly backed up and went jogging over just in time to find Aemond climbing from the Hummer with his damn hunting knife. Snatching the younger male by the shoulders he gave him a bit of a look. "Not happening... I'm fine give it" He quickly chided of course getting an annoyed look from the other though Aemond did let loose of it, his hand clearly still shaky. Fuck seeing him this fucked up was a new level of dog shit!
"Get in we gotta go. Cops. Unless you wanna explain everything that happened...." Daemon whispered that part giving the other a bit of a look. He knew enough to know whatever shit had gone on Aemond wasn't one to want to put himself on blast. This gained a brief nod before Aemond finally pulled away and went around to climb into the front. One more glance and Daemon let out a frustrated sigh seeing Trent speaking to Sebastian. Why did he still put up with this!? Sure Trent had never been bad to him but this whole thing with his ex had officially reached ridiculous. Moving to climb in he was soon pulling off and hitting the gas. Only finally asking Aemond to elaborate at least somewhat once they'd hit the overpass that lead back for their side of town.
They'd gotten to the part about how Aemond had kind of caught Serena and Sebastian were related by the time the lights had gone flashing in the mirror. That being said Daemon hadn't actually had the opportunity to tell his nephew what had actually seemed to have happened before he was cursing under his breath. Reaching to turn the music down even more he slowed a bit and took a breath. "Text Otto just in case.... And stay quiet we'll be fine" He added moving to hand his phone to the other.
Putting the hummer in park he sort of smirked seeing the female in the mirror. Then reaching to roll down his window he sort of cast a casual grin at the woman "Problem officer?" He asked all to casually.
Meanwhile Aemond had just put the phone down mentally wanting to scream. Though he merely seemed to just stare towards the female from where he was leaning against the passenger side door.
Sebastian had seen something in Aemond's hand before Daemon had stopped the younger man. Well, well. Aemond just got more and more exciting, didn't he?
--
Blaine tried calling Serena again. This time, Trent picked up.
"This is Trent.... Yes, Sebastian is with me, but he's too distraught to talk.... Oh, yes. Daemon just picked him up. Yeah. They just left. I won't pass on a message, though. You're going to have to wait for Aemond to turn his phone back on. Or I could give you Daemon's number.... Yeah? Okay, it's...."
--
Helena Freebush had taken up a job with the CHP just recently. She'd been surprised to see her old college friends on the scene she'd just left. Knowing Trent, it probably was just a misunderstanding. Knowing Sebastian...well, that's where it got a little murkier. When Daemon's vehicle pulled over, she asked for license and registration, then, "Do you know why I've pulled you over today?"
"Mmm can't say I do love, but I'd imagine you're about to tell me?" He remarked a bit bored sounding. Fucking typical bullshit cop remarks. He'd definitely been speeding but as if he was going to admit it. Either hand him a damn ticket or be done with this!
"Daemon... I'm gonna be sick.... " Aemond suddenly groaned looking all of a sudden a bit panicked as he sat forward grabbing the side of the door.
"Fucking shit.... Just open the door" Daemon managed looking away from the cop long enough to reach and attempt to help Aemond turn as the other was suddenly acting like he was absolutely sicker than shit.
Aemond meanwhile went letting the door open a smidge and.... That's where he was suddenly at a panicking loss. Sure he felt sick but. Leaning far enough he couldn't be seen he did the ONLY thing he could think of and soon went using his own fingers to gag himself. He certainly seemed to be heaving from behind at least.
"I'm sooo Sorry I was.... Just taking my nephew home because he's sick" Daemon added eyes going back to the cop.
"He does look a little green," Hel remarked, handing Daemon back his license and registration. "Would there happen to be any alcohol or drugs in your guys's systems? I got a tip you were under the influence, and several witnesses reported an altercation between you and another individual."
"A tip.... Oh bloody hell" Daemon sort of muttered eyes rolling. For now not necessarily at her but at those who may have said such. Had to have been either crazy cunt or someone offended at the restaurant. Glancing over to Aemond he sort of sighed "I'm tired ma'am, and he may have had a bit much drink last night. But other than that no we're both rather painfully sober if you ask me" He stated heaving a bit of a sigh in frustration.
"And I'm not driving..... Clearly..." Aemond finally croaked over his shoulder. His throat now hurt from force hacking. Great.
"Look ma'am... We literally live not three more exits. Please... He's sick is this really necessary?" Daemon finally added still trying not to sound as impatient as he was. At least Aemond was giving him something to use even if it wasn't entirely fake.
"Yes, sir. The reason I pulled you over was, in fact, just the tip. If you'd just been speeding I'd have let it pass. I know where we live and that the unofficial speed limit is 85, okay, I don't care about that. But I do need to know your side of the story of the altercation," she said, "and I'll have to run a quick blood test in case there were drugs involved as public intoxication is also against the law." She gentled her tone some. "If he's having a reaction to something in his system that's making him sick, we may also have to call an ambulance and get his stomach pumped."
She should NOT have said it that way because Daemon was immediately snickering as he looked down for a moment shaking his head. This just got better and better however and soon he was rolling his eyes again. A blood test!? Is that what things had come to now? Gone were the days of breathe into this and for all he knew they could end up pulling up the last time he'd actually used something legit that he was definitely nolonger high on. Then what? Fuck!
"No... I'm not taking any fucking blood test and I'm NOT going to a fucking hospital" Aemond half snarled which.... Was probably both of their first mistake. Daemon immediately shot him a bit of a look. Damn this fucking kid!
"Ok ok just bloody stop, shut it!" Daemon half barked at Aemond who was looking over at them now pissed looking. Taking a deep breath he pinched shook his head before looking over at her again.
"Look you want to know what happened? I was woken up by my nephew needing a ride and saying he in a tough situation. I came to the dinner to pick him up and he informed me he couldn't remember what happened only that he'd woken up at a hotel with that Sebastian bitch and that Sebastian had even CLAIMED to have fucking drugged him. I sent him out to the truck... Anyway so naturally after I sent him to the truck I only stayed long enough to tell that absolute prick to stay away from my nephew. Then I was trying to walk out and he fucking attacked me!? Honestly who gave this bullshit tip??! Sebastian?" He asked in a bit of a snarl as he finished jaw slightly clenching. "Because that would be convenient wouldn't it? You know come to think of it I remember seeing drugs in the dinner.... At the same table Sebastian was sitting at" He suddenly added if only for spite. Thank fuck he had no doubt that Aemond wouldn't come up for much accept whatever Serena had given him.
Hel groaned inwardly and resisted the urge to facepalm. Had to work for CHP. Couldn't go give a director a blow job in the hopes of becoming an extra in the next made-for-TV franchise. Great.
Her partner came up then because this was taking a stupidly long time. Hel grimaced, but nodded that yes, she could use the help. Officer Sharon Emerick listened in on the story. She also knew Sebastian, because she'd picked him up for DUIs more than once when he was a law student.
"Sebastian admitted to drugging you?" Emerick asked, unsuccessfully trying to hide a laugh. "That Sebastian back at Denny's? Blond hair, yea tall? The defense attorney who's been giving cops and prosecutors collectively a gigantic hangover? Yeah, no, that didn't happen."
"Shannon," Hel demurred. "Sebastian himself said there was a misunderstanding." She addressed Daemon again. "We can't reveal who tipped us off, but there were multiple witnesses stating you were screaming at him to the point where he broke down crying. The reports of who started the brawlー"
"Altercation," Emerick corrected.
"ーwere mixed."
"Either way, gentlemen, we've all got places to be, but we're going to need to test your blood, cite you for causing a public disturbance and possibly public intoxication, and search your truck. Please step out of the vehicle."
Honestly, both cops knew Sebastian was unstable and probably shouldn't be practicing law anymore. Emerick would have loved to have gotten him disbarred, but if they cut any corners whatsoever, it wouldn't happen. They needed to be thorough, as much of a burden as it was on these two guys. Poor Daemon really seemed like he was trying to do right by his nephew, at least.
Daemon sort of looked at them for a moment his mouth slightly agape. They could be serious!? This had just escalated ten fold and all because what? They probably knew Sebastian and were on his side. At least that was his immediate thought as he looked back to the steering wheel for a moment. "Okey.... Okey...." He held his hands up a bit briefly sarcastically before slowly moving to unclick his seat belt. Then moving to open the door he moved to step out and, before the first officer could say or do anything suddenly shoved the hummer door HARD straight into her sending her down hard onto the concrete. Then like a bat out of hell he was taking off around the front of the vehicle and straight towards the barrier that lead to a bit of a tall grass slope.
Aemond had suddenly froze belt half off and went wide eyed. Was he? Yup! Moving as fast as possible while the cops were distracted he moved to quickly open the dash knowing it was one place Daemon usually kept shit. Sure enough there was a few needles and a syringe. Ok check and, moving he was soon throwing them as hard as possible for the side of the road getting the way past the barrier before he moved to open the center console. He knew he'd seen a pill bottle in there when getting the knife. Damn, was Daemon's fucking gun still on his leg! Awesome!!!
Gasping for breath, Hel immediately called for backup while Emerick went round the other side and cuffed Aemond mid-search. Luckily for Hel, the cops had been called to Denny's multiple times and there had already been backup on the way. One pair of cops gave chase to Daemon and another pair searched the vehicle. Well now they were going to have to take Daemon and Aemond downtown, which had been what Hel had wanted to avoid.
"You've not exercised an overabundance of common sense," Hel grumbled at them. "This should have been a simple blood test and ticket, then on your merry way. But you two bozos are acting like you had something to hideー"
"Which they did," one of the new cops pointed out.
And that's when Blaine decided to call Aemond on Daemon's phone.
"Blaine Menchineel. Friend of yours?" one of the cops asked, holding up the phone
By now Daemon had been drug back and cuffed beside Aemond though, obviously with his own head rest front ways on the hood considering he'd just made their lives jell for about twenty minutes. Hearing Helena he actually started laughing, for what was probably the millionth time. About all he'd done ever sense getting tased. He hadn't answered a single question about the gun, or the worst part which was a duffle bag of money in the back trunk. For that he'd also just started laughing.
Aemond meanwhile had quickly given up and just sort of stood there with a shit eating grin the more that had happened. Also not saying a damn word. Fucking assholes! If he did he'd probably snap considering besides the shit eating smirk masked on his face he was absolutely raging on the inside. After everything he'd been through and Sebastian more than likely..... Wanted to put him through worse!?
Daemon hadn't answered but finally this drew Aemonds attention. Eyes going to the screen his jaw slightly clenched. "Yeah.... Kinda" he muttered shaking his head and rolling an eye.
"Who the fuck is Blaine?" Daemon also finally spoke looking towards Aemond.
"The guy.... Who invited me to that stupid party to begin with" Aemond replied a bit smartly to Daemon before look away and down to the street.
"Can we PLEASE get on with this! I've a lawyer to get ahold of to help me press charges for unlawful fucking search!!!" Daemon snarled finally actually sounding angry as he looked back enough to glare at Helena.
"I'm pretty sure someone looks suspicious isn't grounds for this shit... I always look suspicious" Aemond added all to smartly as well which soon had Daemon sniggering again. Fucking kid ...
The cop shrugged and answered the phone, then held it to Aemond's ear.
"Hello... Daemon? I'm Blaine...." The young priest began speaking haltingly as soon as the call was picked up. "I'm a friend of Aemond's. Gee, I don't know if you can hear me, but is everything okay?"
"No it's me... How'd you get my uncle's number?" He asked a bit confused once he heard Blaine speaking.
"Indeed... HOW?" Daemon remarked sounding agitated. Well they both were by this point.
"Trent gave it to me when I called Serena for the hundredth time trying to figure out if you were okay.... It sounds like something happened. Do you want to talk later?"
"Mmm yeah well I am a bit preoccupied getting arrested. Shocked they even let you talk to me." He remarked in a rather cold tone. Sure he could have said alot to Blaine in that moment but he didn't feel like doing that with badges staring him down.
"Got it. Meet you at the station." Blaine ended the call and hopped in his grey Plymouth Voyager.
--
Meanwhile, Trent was driving Sebastian in the direction of the county mental health center, about to have him put on a 5150 hold, with a police escort no less, as Sebastian had more or less lost his shit by now and tried to cut himself in front of the cops. This fleet was walkie talkie-ing back and forth with Hel's fleet, and Hel was running commentary as they drove Aemond and Daemon down to the station. Not the most professional, but she didn't care that much, and she figured Daemon deserved to know what was going on with his nephew's assailants.
"Do..." To late he'd hung up and Aemond merely went letting out a sigh of exasperation before rolling am eye.
"And exactly what is he going to do. Did you fucking text your grandfather?" Daemon hissed at Aemond a few moments after. His patients was wearing thin and though he himself HATED having to go to Otto what choice did they really have right now? Him being one of the closest people to his brother rank wise and technically Aemonds family.... Meaning he'd have to figure it out and likely would.
Aemond had merely nodded, his expression again one like he wanted to be sick. This whole thing just because he'd tried to be nice to Blaine. And Blaine hadn't even noticed he was there anyway!!? At least as far as he could remember.
"Are you fucking serious?! All of this because some psychotic twat said something!!??" Daemon had no filter by this point. Finally pulling up in front of the station and he'd heard enough. "Maybe you can't tell me about the witnesses but I'm SURE they will fucking hold up when lawyers are involved you dumb bitch" He added angrily.
Aemond hadn't said anything, even hearing Daemon going off he was far to busy in his own thoughts. Fairly certain by this point the world truthfully hated him. Drugged, by all definitions raped though a court might not see it that way, Sebastian acting as if he owed him for it and.... Now he was back HERE! AGAIN! Second time that year to and the mere thought had him a bit frozen now, a vacant sad look in his eye like he was in between wanting to cry and merely fighting to stay angry because that seemed easier.
"Little harder when the person you got in a fight with is a lawyer who has half the police force in his pocket," Emerick pointed out. Her tone was entirely without aggression. She recognized the situation these men were in. Sebastian was very good at squirming out of trouble.
"We'll fucking see about that.... Mayhaps he won't be representing anyone much longer" Daemon remarked back rolling his eyes glancing towards the window he let out a sigh of frustration. And to think today had started out with him getting pulled from his sleep, for THIS!? A few moments longer passed before Daemon leaned a bit closer to Aemond so he could mostly whisper.
"They want blood fucking give it. It'll help get the blame off you for this... As far as me, I'll live whatever happens. Not my first circus" He whispered before moving to sit back again as soon as Aemond had nodded.
When they got to the station, the two Welshmen were set down and asked to give their statement. "Anything you can think of about the events of last night and this morning." Blaine also showed up, as promised, partially for Aemond's moral support and partially because he, too, wanted to know what the hell had happened.
In the psych ward, Sebastian was clinging to Trent and refusing to let go of him. He didn't want to go anywhere without his friend, up to and especially not back into emergency psychiatric.
"You don't understand, Duckie, this place makes you MORE suicidal, and no one cares. The staff resent us for taking up their day. You can't leave me here, Duckie, you can'tー"
"Bashie, you slit your wrist in front of the police. I don't have a choice, sweetie." The endearment left Trent's mouth before he had time to reconsider it. "Look, okay, I'll go to the station and see what I can sort out. You have them call me when you're discharged, okay?"
Sebastian nodded his head meekly. He didn't like it, but he couldn't do anything about it, either. "Hey, just... Take my stuff, okay?"
The intake staff gave Trent Sebastian's belongings. Trent nodded his thanks, gave Sebastian a final hug and peck on the cheek, and headed down to the station.
When Trent got to the station and was let in, he kind of grimaced. He, too, wanted to know what was being said, but he would have to give his own testimony separate from the others'.
Blaine: "I threw a party and asked Aemond to join. Didn't think any harm would come of it, so I didn't keep as close of an eye on him as I should have. We were new friends and I didn't want him to feel like I was hovering. My church doesn't offer alcoholic beverages, but we look the other way if someone else does and we don't check for drugs. I mean, we didn't. That was in error. We'll be going to, going forward. Um... Yeah, three of my friends were chatting Aemond up. He didn't really seem to have any trouble with them. I didn't see what he was drinking, but I noticed he was sloshed by 8 PM. I took him to a room in the church to sleep it off. When I went to check on him a couple hours later, he was gone. I assumed he'd got a ride home from a friend. Then when I was cleaning up, I saw one of the people he'd been talking to left their clothes on the floor. They're a... They do drag performances. They're Serena in drag, Sebastian out. Well, we all know Serena gets a little needy in between boyfriends. I'd been inviting her to parties hoping she'd meet someone, and no one has reported any trouble with her before now. Anyway, she left her clothes in another lounge room in the church, and her footlocker on the lawn with the booze, so I tried calling her. I tried calling both of them. Neither of them picked up. I didn't think much of it at the time, but I tried calling them again next morning. This morning. Trent picked up Sebastian's phone round 11 and gave me Daemon's number. Said Sebastian was too distraught to talk."
Daemon: "I was asleep... Like I already told you. I got a call like I already told you. Aemond asked me to come and pick him up like I also already told you" At this point Daemon was still on one being as smart as humanly possible. Perhaps if he took his time with it their lawyers would show up and this thing could be absolutely nipped in the bud for good. He knew at least one was on the area though no doubt they'd be prioritizing Aemond. Naturally... Still he was of little use himself behind bars and should his older brother snap from his drug induced state long enough to notice what was going on he wouldn't stand for Daemon still being caught up. Regardless of how stupid he'd arguably been.
"I got ready and headed straight there. I went into the diner... Are you still with me so far because I'm not repeating myself for anyone other than my Lawyer. Strong firm should be here any moment actually.... Oh yes anyway so when I arrived Aemond was sitting at a different booth. He looked ill and my nephew is an absolute prude. Assuming you know the definition of that word? It means he doesn't drink heavily or sleep around and is in general a miserable wee shit!" He added still making sure to add in smart commentary much to the cops disdain.
"Well immediately Trent goes over and Sebastian grabs him.... This guy, he's been a little prick ever sense Trent started spending time with me. It's immature as hell really. Anyway so he starts sobbing and talking about he's sorry. Meanwhile my nephew tells me the firstly he was drugged and that Sebastian seemed offended any time he wanted to go home. That he wouldn't allow him to use a phone and that he'd been trying to be nice. Oh and later in the truck my nephew informed me that while at the table Sebastian told him he'd drugged him because he didn't think he could have him any other way. And he was lonely. Real stalker shit if you ask me" He added before leaning back and tapping his fingers on the arm rest for a moment.
"Anyway so I sent Aemond to the truck as I fucking told you already and proceeded to tell Sebastian to stay away from my nephew. Oh Christ I almost forgot! Sebastian wanted to charge us thirty five hundred dollars like he was some kind of prostitute we owed money to for.... Using my little nephew like he was a toy apparently. Anyway so I went and I turned to leave and this mother fucking cunt comes running at me and attacks me. If I was in anyway at fault it may be because I told him it was sad a hooker could be desperate. Maybe .. anyway he attacked me and didn't stop until Trent stepped in. He stayed with Sebastian and I left. The rest you know because you pulled me over. Now do me a favor and get out of my face and go do your job. My nephew's blood better get taken like promised because that will prove exactly what that stupid prick did" He added pointing at the door as he leaned back. "And I nolonger answer questions. Where's my phone call?"
Trent: "I stopped going to Blaine's parties when Sebastian and I broke up. He said he didn't want to see me, so I stayed away until he wanted to be friends again. Um, and then Daemon and I got together and I started sleeping over at his place. That's where I was last night. This morning I got up at sunrise like always. I cleaned the house, sorted the mail, paid the bills, and made breakfast. When I brought Daemon his breakfast, he was on the phone. He said something about bringing medicine. The person on the other line was Aemond. All he said was that he needed a ride and 'some C-word' wanted $3,500. He didn't remember what for, but he told Daemon to bring a discount card and he had errands to run. I was... surprised. Sebastian is a performer. I think he's thrown private concerts beforeー"
"Do you know the nature of these concerts?"
"Um... He sings. And he can dance. Yeah. We did cheer together from middle school through college undergrad. I don't know if he kept cheering in law school though. You'd have to ask Helー Officer Freebush. Yeah. Anyway, he has a different stage persona that he uses for concerts, and they normally aren't at ten in the morning so I was surprised to hear that amount of money mentioned."
"But you thought Sebastian would be involved?"
"I thought it could be a possibility, yeah. I offered to pay the fee. I packed the breakfast I'd made to go, and Daemon grabbed a gun. I don't know why. I did not see him pack a discount card or any medicine, though. Maybe he forgot.
"He gave me a funny look when I offered to pay. He drove us to Denny's just off the highway. As soon as Sebastian saw me, he came up to me and hugged me. He seemed sad and confused. I asked him what happened... No, sorry. I asked him what he did, and he just asked me not to hate him. Aemond was giving him a really dirty look. He and Daemon were whispering something together that I didn't hear. Aemond looked... strung-out, like he'd taken something that didn't agree with him. Then Daemon sent him out to the truck and started screaming his head off at Bashie-- Sebastian, who was already crying at this point. Accused Sebastian of drugging him, berating him for crying, threatening him, calling him names. I'm sorry, Officer, but I don't feel comfortable repeating what he said. My mama would somehow sense it and fly out here from Iowa to wash my mouth out if I did. I did tell Daemon that Sebastian would never say he drugged someone and reminded him that he just threatened Sebastian. Um... I think Sebastian was pretty scared. He shouldn't have attacked Daemon, but he did. Ran at him and hit him and tried to kick him. Daemon slammed his head against th-the wall, they were both yelling at each other, and then the waitress kicked us all out. I um... I separated them. I pulled Sebastian away, and by this time Sebastian was begging me to kill him and h-he said all he wanted was not to be alone anymore and to spend some time. I guess he meant with Aemond? Then the police came-- um, Officer Freebush and Officer Emerick. Sebastian said it was all just a misunderstanding and that he thought Daemon was under the influence.
"I stayed there with him and tried to keep him calm. A lot of people had called the cops and after Officers Freebush and Emerick left, a few others came to speak with the people at the diner. I was too busy focusing on trying to keep Sebastian calm. Daemon took something away from Aemond. I'm not sure what it was, you'll have to ask Sebastian once he can talk to people. Blaine called Sebastian and I picked up and gave him Daemon's number. It was a short call, but while I was on the phone, Sebastian got ahold of a knife and started cutting himself. I drove him to EPS and he's on a 5150 hold right now. Then I came here. Oh um, on the drive over, he told me he'd tried to offer Aemond something for his hangover, but Aemond refused to take it and that he'd basically been a jerk to Sebastian all morning even though Sebastian had reassured him that he hadn't been robbed or injured. It sounded to me like he'd just taken Aemond to the motel for safekeeping, but... unfortunately I wasn't there. All I know is that he sounded like he wanted to help Aemond and Aemond was just throwing accusations at him. Yeah. I'm sorry I couldn't be more help, officer."
"You need to answer these questions Aemond... You're the most important piece in this as far as I can tell" The male officer who'd been sent in to speak to Aemond asked leaning back in his seat. Count that as going in fifteen minutes now and he'd not gotten a word out of him.
"I don't remember last night... Sure you already have plenty of stories putting me at a party and the diner what more is their to say?" He asked sort of just staring off at the edge of the table looking extremely miserable.
"Let's start easy. Were you at Blaine's party. You truck was found there, parked outside that weird church" The male replied leaning back and raising an eyebrow. "We can do this all day I don't get off until seven"
Aemond bit into his lower lip for a moment and slowly nodded. "I went because Blaine asked me. I was gonna invite my.... Should have invited my brother" He muttered the last bit looking absolutely frustrated at the thought. However he did end up taking a breath and slowly shook his head. "I talked to a few girls, and saw a few of my friends from college. Blaine um... I didn't see much of him for some reason. I had a beer from this girl named... Cin? I think. And then I went over to where they had a footlocker and this Serena girl asked if I wanted her to mix me something. So I let her.... She seemed nice just, I don't know a little pushy maybe? I didn't wanna drink much I was supposed to be going to my sister's house right after. And... Anyway I was in the pool with those friends from college and I just felt weird? I don't know how to describe it but.... I knew something was wrong. I just couldn't speak for the longest time and.... I got up to find my towel or... Phone I think? From there I maybe remember seeing Blaine but it got super foggy and.... " He paused moving to run a hand over his face thinking hard.
"Alright take a minute.... Think.... " The officer urged.
"I can't I fucking remember waking up once and I was in the car with .... Sebastian? I couldn't get the door open and I was panicking I can't remember why? I think he sounded.... Frustrated?" He muttered trying to recall "Don't listen to any of that I.... Can't fucking remember" He added finally sounding as if he was getting a bit flustered.
"Anyway I woke up, still pretty out of it in the hotel. No idea where I was everything hurt.... I threw up multiple times and he just ... Seemed stand offish. He wouldn't answer questions at first and, he drug me to the shower so I cleaned up. He brought me clothes and stuff and I asked to either borrow a phone or..." Aemond continued but then came a heavy knock on the door. An officer was poking her head in. "I hope you have your statements.... Lawyer incoming" She spoke a bit quickly.
Aemond moved to sit back finally "He said he'd "Let" me use a phone after breakfast. Like he had to be in control or something. And he did at the dinner not after but after going off because I wouldn't accept whatever drugs he had on him he was trying to get me to take. I haven't done anything..... Other than try to hide my uncle's shit in his truck. Fun chat" He added rather smartly at the end as he heard the very clear and unmistakable sounds of a cane against the floor beyond the questioning room.
Trent waited politely for the officer to double check his statement and ask any follow-up questions. Then he left and drove back to Denny's to tip the poor waitress who'd had to deal with that incident earlier, then went to EPS to visit Sebastian.
Sebastian was staring into space in a padded room when Trent got there. He'd attacked an orderly and two other patients, and they'd had to have him held down and forcibly inject a sedative. Now, an orderly sat him down with Trent in front of the yellow line and he just scooted out of his chair and curled up in Trent's lap. The staff tried to get him to sit in his own chair, but Trent shook his head.
"Your goal is for him not to feel like ending his life, right?" Trent asked gently. "This helps."
After a silent visit that lasted until an hour after the seds wore off, both of them still as statues, Sebastian sat up.
"I um... I feel better," he said quietly. "I can talk... if I need to."
"You need to speak with the psychiatrist first, and he needs to leave before either of those things happens," the security guard said bluntly. Sebastian wilted again.
"I'm going to die alone," he whispered, leaning his head against Trent again.
"Yeah I'll fucking ask him. Anything else? Oh hey I have the money so meet me in an hour?" Harwin grumbled into the phone from where he'd stopped at the back of the squad car for the moment. Watching the entrance for Trent who by now should be getting told to leave. By his calculations anyhow, unfortunately he'd delt with this once before. Though with a kid it was admittedly a bit different.
"The money? What are you talking about?" Cristons voice came over the other end sounding a bit impatient for a moment before it hit him. "FUCK he had it in the damn car!!?"
"Yeah well it's Daemon we're talking about here. Expecting him to do something remotely intelligent is like expecting a hurricane to go in a straight fucking line and not change direction. Now can you come get it from me before they realize evidence might be missing or not?" Harwin growled back. However it w about that moment he finally spotted the brunette strolling from the front of the building.
"Gotta go .. don't be late" He quickly grumbled before hitting the end call and moving from the side of the car soon whistling to catch Trent's attention as he headed his way.
"Long day?" Harwin remarked as he neared where Trent was soon moving up to walk beside him. His arm soon moved over Trent's shoulders as he continued to walk alongside him and past where his dash cam could reach.
"So... I'm trusting you told the cops. Limited information? You know like nothing that could incriminate our ... Mutual friend?" He asked casually after a brief moment. Trent of course had to have guessed Harwin was on payroll by now. Hard to excuse the amount of times he'd been around conveniently and how long he'd been seeing Daemon now? Oh not to mention the fact Harwin was engaged to Daemons niece.
"No, actually, it's barely mid-afternoon!" Trent responded with a grin... which faded when Harwin asked about what he'd told the cops. Trent furrowed his brow, trying to remember exactly what he'd said. "Unless being forgetful or using bad words are crimes, then he shouldn't be in any trouble, no." He stopped walking and turned to face Harwin. "Hey... When you say 'mutual friend,' are you also dating Daemon?" he asked with complete seriousness. "We never discussed if we were exclusive."
"What!?" Harwin immediately busted up laughing and HARD it took a moment for him to calm down before he ran a hand over his face and shook his head. "No I meant actual friends.... But alright. Then let's hear it. What all did you tell them? Because he's definitely getting booked so, afraid every word you told them is gonna count reeaaall soon" He finished a bit more seriously. It wasn't that no one trusted Trent. Apparently they shouldn't have however.... It was more so they all knew him as quite stupid at the best of times. He worded something wrong and a cop might interpret something entirely different than what was intended. Now being one of those moments Trent had just proven to constantly not understand situations or things people said. Way to frequently.... Harwin had elected to have him gotten rid of a few times now just souly for not trusting the idiot. Not that he'd have admitted that to Trent and frankly he also found Daemon to be an annoying twat so... He'd definitely told Daemon to jump off a cliff once or twice however.
Trent frowned. "... You think Daemon and I are just friends?" he asked. "Look, okay, I just said what I could remember. He didn't do anything wrong. He'll be fine."
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Sebastian had finally calmed down enough to talk to the psychiatrist about his ✨feelings✨, which were mostly related to being lonely and codependent. The psychiatrist cleared him to talk to the police.
"So, I went to this party my friend was throwing at his church. I don't really follow any of the faiths, but it's better than just being alone all the time. I'd mostly been going to FetLife parties trying to meet someone, but... I wasn't going to turn down an invite from someone I actually knew, okay. I went in drag to kind of escape from myself for a little while. I don't know if this makes sense, but Serena's a lot of fun, you know, it's her job to be pretty and get attention. Life of the party. And I've never had any problem with that. So last night, I'm hanging out with my friend Cin. Cinnamon. She and her cousin Désmoda are hanging out with this guy who looked a lot like someone I'd seen at the other parties I told you about, but I was always too shy to talk to that guy. Now I reckon they're not the same person, but at the time... You know. I'd had a couple drinks. I usually bring some with me to liven things up and show off my mixology skills.
"Aemond is... So beautiful. He seemed like he was a little out of his element, so I tried to talk to him. Like I said, he reminded me of someone I'd admired at the FetLife parties. I thought he was in the scene. I mixed him a drink and he seemed to like it. Said he'd have to come back for seconds. Um.... Yeah, okay. So, like I said, he seemed out of his element. One of the drinks I mixed had a sort of tincture in it to help him relax a little." Sebastian rattled off a combination of chemicals he thought it might have been. "It could have been any of those. I um... I made a mistake. I didn't take into account how they might interact with anything else he was takingー"
"Or the fact that he was 19 and not a habitual drinker?"
"Nineteen!? Jesus... He's a kid! I had no idea.... Yeah, I guess I'm not playing mixologist at Blaine's parties anymore. Yeah, no, I fucked up." He sighed. "Okay, fast forward a little bit. Blaine's got him set up in a sleepover room and the party's still raging. I reckon he'll be more comfortable away from all that. I leave my 'good' outfit at the church and Dés helps me get him to my car. I've got the top down so he's got plenty of air, and I take him to a motel closer to town. We get a room. I let him sleep it off. Later we end up fooling around a bit." Sebastian smiled dreamily. "He was so tender, so sweet. I don't remember a lot about what we did. I just remembered thinking, 'Maybe he's the one.'" The wistful look disappeared, the brooding one returned. "Next morning, we wake up. He's... Sick. I'm not really good with things like that. I helped him into the shower, then left to buy him some new clothes at the corner store. Um... He asked if he could use my phone. I kind of panicked." Sebastian squirmed uncomfortably. "I thought he was going to leave me forever and I'd never hear from him again and I justー" He took a breath. "I... demanded he let me buy him breakfast. I said he could use my phone after. I just wanted to get to know him better, and I felt... I feel terrible. Like I got him fucked up on something he might have been allergic to or that disagreed with his system. I just wanted to make it up to him and I wanted to... If I was never gonna see him again, I at least wanted to do something nice and have some time to chat with him.
"So we went to Denny's and it was... awkward is a word for it. I was crushed that he didn't seem to want to make friends with me. I don't really.... For most of my life, Trent was all I had. Then after him, there were a series of guys who'd, I guess, flirt with me, sleep with me, make me feel special, and then I'd never hear from them after a month." Sebastian wiped his eyes with the back of his arm and tried to stay focused. "I'm really, really not good at flirting with people I'm interested in. And I'm... I was... interested in Aemond. I don't know. I think he's mad at me. I offered him something to help clear his headache. No side effects, not habit-forming, just something I keep on me sometimes. It's not FDA-approved yet but Cin's working on it. Anyway, he declined. I got mad and pushed it off the table. The vial it was in, broke.
"He asked about last night and I told him... Uhh, sedatives were administered and mistakes were made. Something like that. But I also told him he hadn't been robbed or hurt. Like, I'd made sure he'd been safe, even with how out of it he was. But he got really mad and then I got mad and just gave him a burner phone so he could call someone to pick him up if he hated being with me so much." Sebastian sniffled. "And then he got up and moved and I just... I don't know. I don't understand what I did wrong. I don't understand why he hated me so much. But then Trent and his boyfriend Daemon came in and Daemon just started yelling at me for drugging his nephew.... Um....
"A-and I'd cuddled up to Trent at first because I really needed someone to hold me, but Daemon said some really mean and hurtful things, so I attacked him. I rushed him and hit him and tried to kick him. Um... Heーhe defended himself. Trent s-stopped us from fighting after a bit.
"Um... I was really... I was really mad, so I uh... I put some stuff in Daemon's car to try to get him in trouble. I never really got over Trent m-moving on with him, and then he comes to Denny's and treats me like I'm... I don't even remember what he said that was so mean, but um. Yeah. I'm sorry. I didn't really think he was drunk. I just wanted to ruin his day. Sorry."
"And where does your suicide attempt fit into all of that?" the cop asked, a little dickishly.
Sebastian stared at him. "Haven't you been listening? You fucking IDIOT? Do they take away your EARS at cop school?"
The cop said something condescending about Sebastian's attitude; Sebastian just gave him the finger. Obviously he'd been devastated by the idea that a man he really liked wanted nothing to do with him, he explained equally condescendingly. Cops wouldn't understand. They had no souls. They were nothing more than corp-gov wage slaves sent to uphold some fucked up status quo. Not a single one of them was capable of real feelings. No one was, except for Sebastian, and Trent, and maybe Aemond. Fuck. Poor Aemond. Sebastian wondered how he was doing. He managed to convey all that in a rant that alternated wildly between eloquent fauxlosopher and schizophrenic hobo.
"...and anyway, I just didn't want to be alive anymore without a boyfriend. I still don't. So there's your fucking story. Kick rocks, pig."
"Well, I sincerely hope so. I shouldn't have to remind you what could happen if even one thing was worded.... Questionably" Harwin replied though he was soon merely smiling and reaching to give Trent's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Drive safe, I've got a few stops to make so I better be running" He added before merely moving to leave. Yeah Trent was clueless, if anything came up he'd have to simply go over the police reports to make sure Trent hadn't slipped up in something. If he had, well? Harwin was certainly on the side of voting for Trent to be delt with. He knew to much and was so close to this damn situation how anyone actually trusted him was a fucking shocker. No doubt his brother would be giving him the third degree for not going to deal with Trent's testimony at least. But he'd been to busy impounding the Hummer and getting the bag of cash before it was lost and cause for questions in more than just Daemon's bad driving, temper and occasional drug use.
With that he was climbing into his car and calling his father. Who'd just finished with Daemon come to find out. Unshockingly there wasn't much they could do other than pay bale which would be pending for at least twenty four hours. Joy! But at least his dad seemed to think he could get the assault charges thrown, as well as the ones for what was in the vehicle which he was working on. Toping that with a plan to use Daemon's mental state to lesson anything with his immediate response to flee the situation.
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Meanwhile with Aemond similar had happened. A court date was set as he wasn't considered a flight risk and after a good amount of obnoxious paper work and Larys pulling some strings Aemond was finally cut lose. With little fault to be taken for any of it save for being at a party like that to begin with. Not the worst thing to end up on his record and court was set for the following month.
By the time it had all been over Aemond had gotten sent to the Lobby to wait. Larys had a few lose ends to wrap up and Aemond was damn near about to blow a gasket at anyone who looked at him wrong. What had been a hangover had very quickly turned into one of his bad headaches he'd had ever sense the accident. He was hungry, tired and moody was an understatement. Thus he was soon heading out the door into the main area after an officer unlocked the door. Upon heading out he immediately went pulling his hood up and shoving his hands into his pockets all but avoiding anyone who may have been in the lobby as he headed for the door out to the street. Pushing the door open he pulled out a cigarette with a shaky hand and headed for a bench to sit down. Home, that prospect was about all that had him going at this point. Or well.... Not even home due to other situations but probably his sister's considering Daemon wasn't getting cut lose anytime soon and he'd rather avoid his parents as long as he could. Key words though, as long as he could. This situation was definitely going to draw ALOT of attention considering the risks it now caused. Joy.....
Trent shrugged off Harwin's warning. He wasn't in the habit of lying to police, although he did feel guilty about how he had worded things. His instinct had been to protect his childhood friend, and he hadn't even considered the idea that he might have thrown his current boyfriend under the bus. Shit. He wondered if he could at least go pay Daemon's bail for him.
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As for Sebastian, he was put back in his padded room and curled up in a miserable ball. When an orderly brought him food, he looked disdainfully at the sandwich offered.
"I'm vegan," he said. "There's one thing I'll make an exception for, and it's not cold cuts."
"I'll humor you," the orderly said, setting the tray down and crossing his arms. "What's your exception?"
"I'm glad you asked," Sebastian whispered, crawling on hands and knees over to the orderly and grasping his waistband.
"Noー" The orderly immediately stopped him, grabbing his wrists and pushing him off, getting a tray of food and some particularly foul expletives hurled at him for his troubles. Sebastian had to be sedated yet again and, seeing as he'd refused every meal offered to him, they were looking at wheeling him to the main hospital and hooking him up to an IV. He didn't even have the presence of mind to regret lying to the cops about planting stuff in Daemon's truck. And even if he had, he couldn't have remembered why he'd wanted to protect the dickwad, who'd never been anything but nasty to him.
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Blaine, once dismissed, went to speak to Aemond and apologize profusely for the shit that had gone down at his party. He felt horrible that his new friend had gone through such a traumatic experience. He caught up to him as they were both leaving.
"Aemond. Hey, Aemond! This'll be a dumb question, but are you okay? I'm sorry about what happened, man. I should have, uh.... Should have kept a better eye on things. Can I do anything to help?"
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