Whoever said there was no rest for the wicked clearly hadn’t worked in a brothel. It was a little after three A.M. and the Haus was as quiet as a graveyard. Not a soul was out wandering the grounds or making use of the facilities; either because they’d drunken themselves to sleep or emptied their wallets and balls into one of the many offered luxuries on staff. All except for Reagan. Unable to get his conversation, or as it was more appropriately remembered his fuck up with Thomas out of his head, the man couldn’t seem to sleep; and the longer he stewed in his cramped room and bed, the worst it got.
Without bothering to change, wearing a plain black t-shirt and a pair of green checkered lounge pants with nothing beneath them, he stepped into his running shoes sans socks and made his way out into the hallway.
Thwump; thwump; thwump; thwump. The sound of his feet hitting against the asphalt as he ran around the perimeter matched with the anxious beat of his heart and thankfully drowned out his thoughts. While it was doing wonders to distract him, it wasn’t doing anything to help with how restless he was so he kept going; thwump; thwump; thwump.
Making his way down to the beach, hoping that running in the sand would take more energy out of him, he pushed himself harder; even going to run against the breeze. As he moved further down the stretch of sand he found himself getting closer to the outdoor theater and hot tub. Before he could even roll his eyes and make some underhanded comment in his head about how the set-up made the Haus look like it had a Sandals get-away package, Reagan was distracted by the distinct outline of a person. Someone else was fucking awake.
Changing course a bit so that instead of running past he was running up to the theater, Reagan came to a stop down on the beach beside the television and put his hands on his hips as he tried to catch his breath; his blue eyes wasting no time in looking the younger man over as he sat on the edge with his feet in the jacuzzi, clearly wearing pajamas, with a joint perched between his lips.
“You know what time it is, right?” He questioned, his tone still a bit gruff as he took deep breaths. “You should be back in your room. You alright?”
Aleki was, and he believed would always be a night owl. It started with being young and without responsibilities. He only paid for gas, food, and cell phone, not bothering to actually register his car and diving from state to state on the back roads in the dead of night. With growing up came clubbing, spending his nights out late, hooking up with hot guys and girls, finding it easy to pick out the owner of the club, or just a regular rich loser, he didn’t really have a whole lot of cares for the rich, even stole from some in the beginning.
He hadn’t stolen from the current benefactor, he actually liked the man and it was something that really started to plague Aleki’s mind, he needed a night out and alone. Despite having their own rooms, Aleki spent most in the benefactor’s bed. Aleki snuck out, only managing to pull on a tank top and a pair of sleep shorts to cover up his nudity before heading down to the beach with his stash in hand.
He found his spot at the Beach Theatre, a beautiful enclosed area with a jacuzzi and television. Aleki put something on for some light and soft background noise before placing the box beside him, he fished out the paper and some weed, rolling himself up a joint. He was so enthralled with doing a good job on the blunt and placing it against his lips, that he didn’t hear the thwump; thwump; thumwp; until he was standing next to the television and that man was huge.
Looking up at the giant, who was panting and sweaty, Aleki couldn’t help but smirk, a distraction besides getting high, perfect. “ I really don’t have to be anywhere, aren’t the clients allowed free reign?” Maybe this man thought of Aleki to be on staff, but seeing how the staff was treated here, he wasn’t going to let that happen to him, “ No yeah, I’m good, can’t sleep, hence...” He held up the blunt before holding it out, “ You wanna join, mate?”
