Sometimes She Cries Chapter 1 - (Adrian Chase x Fem! Reader)
Chapter 1: Zoodles and Coke Bottles | word count: 7.5k | Chapter 2 | all chapters | playlist
Multi-chapter fic reposted from my AO3 (completed at 40/40 chapters) word count: 273k
tags: slow burn, waitress! reader, childhood friends to lovers, reader has an abusive husband, abusive parents, domestic violence, panic attacks, dream sex, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, angst/fluff
Synopsis: You have known Adrian Chase since middle school and you now work together at Fennel Fields. There has always been a spark there, something unspoken between the two of you.
But unfortunately there has always been a major hurdle in the way of exploring your relationship any further, namely your abusive husband.
While Adrian is none the wiser believing the lies you've been feeding him that you are happy, now that Chris and the crew are starting to stir things up in Evergreen, they begin to bring some things to light about you and Adrian...
Fennel Fields was a dead-end job, but you were currently living a dead-end life, so it was a good fit.
Waitressing there barely paid the bills for the rundown house that you barely lived in.
More so you crept in, skulking around like an unwanted guest while your husband sat glued to his recliner screaming at something on tv be it the game or the news and you prayed that he wouldn't unleash that anger onto you.
Most nights he did, others he collapsed red in the face drunk before he got the chance. Those were far and few in-between and last night had been a doozy.
It was like you were a spectre when you looked into the bathroom mirror in the morning, trying to get ready for your shift waiting tables just to go home and wait on a man who had beaten your face black and blue.
Today it wasn't as bad, you lied to yourself. At least you could cover it up with concealer.
You buttoned up the purple blouse of your waitress uniform and secured the name badge with your name in bold lettering, star stickers around them as if to dazzle the customer from berating you when their food came out cold.
Shimming into your tights and skirt, you were relieved when getting your shoes on by the door that your husband was out like a light drunk in his chair since the night before, remote still clenched in fist.
His chainsaw snores farewelled you on the way out the door. On the way to work in your shitty car you blasted the classics of hair metal that you'd compiled on a cd marked "rock out tunez".
While most people dreaded the commute into work for you it was the only time of day you got to yourself and could escape it all for a sweet 45 minute drive.
It was you, the road and some great '80s glam rock.
Just as you pulled up the intersection before work Warrants classic 1989 hit Sometimes she cries began to play and you turned it right the fuck up. Because yeah, god damn yeah sometimes she does cry.
At first you hummed the lyrics under your breath but when the light turned green you chorused out at the top of your lungs:
"Sometimes she cries...when she's alone at night..." You put your foot down on the accelerator, one hand on the wheel and the other spinning the dial round to pump the music up.
"AND IN A LONELY NIGHT...AND IN THE POURIN RAIN...YOU CAN COUNT ON ME!" Turning into the parking lot, you pulled up into your usual spot.
But instead of switching the ignition off you sat in your car for a couple moments more to finish off the power ballad.
"Sometimes she weeps...Yeah, when she's feelin' cold and weak..."
Your makeup had smudged slightly from an annoying allergy or some sort of bug that had crawled in your eye. It was watering now. Or it was dust. Wait no fuck...
"Sometimes the pain...Oh, it just tears her up inside..." No turns out you were sobbing, less than ten minutes until your shift starts and you're full-on crying, tears trailing down your cheeks.
"Come on girl get it together!" You slapped both cheeks and rummaged through the glovebox for a packet of tissues.
Dabbing your tears away you hastily reapplied what you hoped made you look like you're suffering from seasonal allergies or at worst a bee sting.
"Sometimes she cries...Yeah! Oh-oh-oh, ooh-oh!" You continued but froze when a deeper voice pitched into your morning jam session along with a succession of drumming fists on your car window.
You let out a startled scream at the sudden interruption of your mental breakdown.
"Heya, Warrant nice…fucking great song choice! You fully got into it too fake crying like that, awesome commitment!" Adrian said, grinning down at you.
Thank God it was only Adrian, you thought to yourself. He wouldn't make a big deal about it. In fact he wouldn't make a small deal about it either.
You actually liked that about him, he was very straightforward and didn't stoke dramas in the restaurant.
"That's right, great song huh? And thanks I'm trying out my acting chops this morning." You replied back with an equally large grin. Adrian had that effect on you.
"You could go pro, when I first saw you in the parking lot I thought wow she's really crying up a storm something horrible must've happened but then when I got closer I heard the song and realized how silly that was!" Adrian laughed.
"Yeah, so silly! What would I have to cry about? I'm so happy and my life is perfect." You laughed along, a tad more manic than usual.
But Adrian was none the wiser and instead matched your manic laugh with an equally unhinged laugh in response, his green eyes lighting up ever so slightly behind his wire framed glasses.
"Killer! Well my life is going super well too. My best friend Chris is back from prison, and we get to hangout now!" Adrian beamed.
"Chris is out of jail? That's great news." You replied, unsure if it truly was.
There were different rumours going around through the media about Peacemaker, but you did go to high school with Chris Smith and Adrian Chase. They were strange boys but deep down good at heart in the end you thought.
"It's fantastic news, I've been helping clean his house, well trailer... and helping out doing all that best friend stuff for him you know? The other day he said the funniest thing..." Adrian's voice trailed off in your mind as you let it wander.
High school seemed like a lifetime ago now, you thought then that marrying your school yard sweetheart after graduation meant you'd won the lottery back then.
Now you realized that actually you were a child that didn't know what she was doing marrying a guy that was a junior in college who still hung around high school sophomores.
In fact you weren't even allowed to go to prom with your husband, because of the age gap. Which in hindsight you wished you came from a more normal stable home that would've seen that danger sign for you and your under developed frontal lobe...
So instead you took Adrian to prom because he had no date, and you shared homeroom together.
Your mother had cried and screamed at you for 'two timing' the whole time you tried to get ready, the crazy drunk bat that she was. You get that she was touchy about cheating, considering your father had fucked anything that moved their whole destructive marriage before he ran off, but you were just trying to enjoy a dance.
Even though your mother tried to throw a rolled-up newspaper at Adrian, he was completely unfazed and simply ducked out of the way before greeting you. He had wrapped a rather extravagant orange lily corsage around your wrist with a big grin.
The same grin that he was giving you now, only you had to raise your chin to see it now, back when you'd danced together all those years ago, Adrian had been a head shorter than you.
Now he towered over you.
While his busboy uniform didn't show off much, you could tell he'd bulked up since high school from his forearms alone and kept in good shape. Something your husband certainly didn't do, he had lost all of his charms seemingly right after ensnaring you and let himself completely go.
When you'd danced together all those years ago, Adrian had kept his hands robotically stiff on your shoulders and didn't go below the forearm all night.
After dropping you back home and standing on the porch, you offered him a quick kiss goodbye on the cheek, and he'd smiled a brilliant grin of wired braces. Brazen from the gesture and full of hormones, he'd gently kissed you back on the lips. It tasted like peanut brittle and fruit punch.
It was nothing, a first kiss out of the way for him, anyone with eyes could see that.
But too bad your husband, boyfriend at the time, saw the whole thing and leapt out of the doorway to slug Adrian in the nose, breaking it.
You screamed for them to stop and your boyfriend put his hands up, the last time he'd listen to you when you said those words.
"The fucking little freak kissed you babe! What was I supposed to do, watch back here like some cuck?" He thundered at you.
"Don't call him that! It was innocent and it didn't mean anything, leave him alone!" You cried back and your boyfriend shook his head glowering before stalking back up the stairs inside.
"I'm so sorry about him, are you alright Adrian?" You asked.
"'m fune, 'rry I kithed you!" Adrian said through the torrent of blood gushing from his nose. He was still smiling, the little glint almost impish spark in his green eyes that never left was as bright as ever.
"Hold still Adrian, gosh that's a lot of blood..." You insisted, trying to use the end of your dress to dab Adrian's face but he wrestled free.
"'m phine jusht need a nap d'nt w'rry, see you t'morrow 'n home ruhm!' Adrian began to wave with his free hand.
"You aren't fine, I'll get some frozen peas, just wait here." You told him, but he ignored you once again.
"G'night! T'anks fir prom!" Adrian had shook your hand with his clean hand, the other was caked in the blood that streamed down his face.
Then he'd bolted to his car and nearly backed into the tree in your front yard before jetting down the road in his Sebring.
"It's good to hear." Adrian said and you realized by the slightly snippier tone that he was repeating himself while you had zoned out.
"I'm sorry what's good to hear?" You asked sheepishly.
"That you and what's-his-face are still going strong. It's astronomically unlikely according to statistics but you guys have been together for ages now, congrats!" Adrian remarked brightly.
"Oh...right well thanks Adrian. Yes it has been a long time." You left it at that, to avoid shedding anymore tears over it before your ten-hour shift.
Adrian never bothered to learn your husband’s name you noticed, he always referred to him as what's-his-face. You never corrected him because it was hilarious when you imagined your husbands enraged reaction should he ever learn about which gave you a strange sense of satisfaction deep inside.
But when you began to investigate the feeling it left you once again staring at Adrian's happy go lucky smile and that was definitely enough of that...
"We should go inside, don't want to be tardy." You told him, reaching for the door but Adrian was a moment faster.
"After you, and uh...just a heads up but you shouldn't say tardy anymore I think it's special needs now." Adrian corrected you, holding the door open.
"I think it just means slow or late..." You replied.
"Yeah sorry you can't call them slow anymore either it's offensive now too." Adrian shook his head at you, ever the authority over whatever went through his funny head.
"Right well thanks for letting me know so I don't make a fool of myself." You said, knowing him all too well.
He wouldn't back down from it like a dog with a bone that he wanted to show off even though it was covered in dirt and flies.
"No problem!" Adrian replied brightly. You swear you could see a tail wagging behind him when he excitedly went about his duties at his section.
"What a creep, was he bothering you in the parking lot again?" Dean said on the way in to you, he was the assigned bus boy to your station today.
Adrian was never put at your station because he would often drop his tasks and chat to you about Chris/Peacemaker or his brothers DND campaign, or a new owl fact or whatever animal he was now a self-professed expert on. He was comfortable talking to you because you didn't judge him and didn't mind the repetition of subject matter.
If anything it kept your mind off things going on at home.
"No we were just chatting, and you really shouldn't say that about him." You replied defensively.
The rest of the staff at Fennel Fields made it clear that Adrian royally got on their nerves and you understood that he didn't pick up on social cues like everybody else, but that didn't mean it was open season for them to bully him.
"Whatever. He waited for your car to pull up this morning you know, he was sitting in his car for a full half an hour just staring at the direction you drive in from." Dean rolled his eyes at you.
"And how would you even know that if you weren't staring at him for half an hour this morning as well?" You countered.
Dean went silent.
"Oooh snap!" Adrian said, suddenly sneaking up on you again. You shouted in surprise for the second time this morning.
"And for your information DEAN, I was excited to tell her that my BEST FRIEND got out of jail today, so I came to work early and was actually waiting for her for TWO HOURS not half an hour. Hah!" Adrian scoffed.
"Adrian that's worse..." You said.
"Get the fuck back to work people- we open in five!" Veronica, your new manager yelled at the lot of you, one busted vape away from quitting then and there.
It was a revolving door at Fennel Fields, you and Adrian were old hands now and everyone asked you over when there was a problem for the till or a wrong order, or something else that they didn't want to bother the manager with.
You didn't get paid for it but you liked to help, it was a terrible compulsion you had and while the manager role came up every so often the position intimidated you. Any more stress might tip you over the edge and changing your hours even slightly would lead to a spiral of arguments back home that were best avoided.
"Ronnies going to crack...you thinking of applying?" Dean asked you as you both laid out the tables.
"God no, I don't want the extra responsibility." You admitted, folding napkins which you could now do blindfolded and with both hands tied behind your back.
"You want to stay a waitress here for the rest of your life? Come on have some ambition." Dean urged you.
"You'd make a good manager." You offered, wanting to change the subject.
"Really, you think so?" Dean asked, a bit surprised.
"Yeah, just don't let Adrian bother you so much and you'll do fine." You shrugged, Dean turned up on time and put in the effort so there wasn't anything stopping him from throwing a hat in the ring.
"I do not get how you manage him has he always been such a whack..." Dean saw your expression darken at that and thought on his choice of words; "I mean...has he always been such a quirky guy?" He finally decided on.
"Pretty much. He was a lot shyer in school, it's nice to see him so out of his shell." You said, watching Adrian scooting around the tables and vigorously wiping them down.
"Seriously? Maybe he should go back into it you know a tiny smidge." Dean pinched his fingers in the air to you, and it elicited a small giggle from you.
Adrian's head whipped up from the tables at the sound and he stared with an unreadably cold expression for a minute at Dean before settling back into his trademark goofy grin back to you.
"What's the joke? I want to hear it!" He called out to you both. You felt bad for laughing about him behind his back but worse to then lie on top of it is you decided to tell the truth. "I was just saying that back in high school you were shy but now you're completely out of your shell and don't stop talking." You paused, watching for his reaction.
Adrian mulled it over for a moment and for a second there you thought you were in for a wild mood swing of his which could land you in the bad books for the few seconds he remembered why he was mad.
But instead he ended up laughing along.
"Wow, that's crazy Chris said the same thing! That back in high school I was a super quiet nerd who played DND with Gut and his friends and they all used to call me thimble because I had a micro-penis until I went through puberty in my 20s. Which I didn't care about because hey did you know anyway that the Romans appreciated small penises, I mean have you seen the statue of David? That's known as a masterpiece...but sadly my penis got way bigger so that's a bummer...I asked Chris what he would call it now when we were at the urinal being buds and he said coke bottle...but I don't know...thimble had such a better ring to it." Adrian began to ramble.
Your cheeks went a bit pink with the topic of conversation, you'd known about their awful nickname for Adrian in high school, along with the others they'd trade behind his back- but the fact he had a big dick now was a lot of extra information that you didn't need to be thinking about at work...
"Hey! We're opening, get back to your stations!" Veronica yelled at everyone, and it was go-time.
Thank goodness you didn't need to continue that conversation. When you turned to Dean, he had a shit eating grin that read 'I-told-you-so-' and he spun his finger around head to indicate the crazy that was Adrian. You ignored him with a light roll of your eyes and got to work.
The day went by unmentionable until an interesting group had arrived to your section, ready to order dinner. You went to take their orders and made some small talk. They looked to be an agency of some kind, the blonde woman Harcourt was definitely military, and their leader Murn who greeted you with a strange intensity also had the air of a detective. Adebayo seemed to be newer to the job and John seemed to fit the mold of a tech guy pretty well.
"Thanks for choosing Fennel Fields! Tonight I'll be your server and the specials are..." You listed off all the boxes and noticed that Harcourt in particular was staring at you... hard. Your eyes fell to where she was looking, a purplish mark that showed under the cuff of your shirt. Her eyes averted yours tactfully and she ordered some coffee and a burger with a decisive snap of the menu back to you.
When you finished taking their orders, by the time you went to check on their refills another patron had arrived walking through the door to st at their booth.
You nearly dropped the jug of coffee.
It was Chris Smith.
Dressed in full Peacemaker costume...
"Why are you in your costume?" Harcourt snapped at Chris as soon as he sat down.
"Costume? This is a uniform and its brand new. So I got a stretch it out make it more comfortable before a mission." Chris scoffed, rolling his shoulders.
"Maybe I'm stupid but why would you even want to wear that on a mission? A bright red shirt and white pants aren't exactly conducive to lurking in the shadows." Economos mocked him.
"People see the uniform strikes fear into their hearts." Chris said.
"Into whose hearts the other people at the village people tryouts?" Harcourt said and the group sniggered.
"Why is there a bald eagle in your car?" Mern asked. "That's Eagly." Chris replied. "Hey you guys ordered without me?"
"Eagly is your pet eagle?" Economos repeated the question.
"Yeah." Chris stated like it was the most normal thing in the world. You questioned what was in the drinking water at your high school.
"Is your dog named doggy?" Harcourt asked. "Heh do you have a daughter named daughtery?" Economos asked.
"Alright that's enough." Murn warned them.
"Jealous of a guys pet eagle much?" Chris muttered. "Hey sweet-cheeks!" He called out.
It took a moment for the penny to drop that Chris was addressing you. But no that was definitely him pointing directly at you.
"Could you take my order real quick?" Chris ushered you over from the other table you were currently serving.
"Hi sure thing- what can I get you?" Flattening out your apron, you put on your best customer service voice and flashed a fake smile.
"Uh the mixed green salad and we'll do the garlic zoodles." He replied.
"Great choice, Chris." You replied pointedly.
"Thank you." Chris said, the penny not dropping for him that you'd just thrown out his real name.
You waited a couple moments for him to eventually recognize your face from high school, but his eyeline didn't leave above your chest so you gave up with a turn of the heel to get his order.
"Great choice..." Chris repeated you words with a deep exhale and you felt his eyes follow your ass on the way to the kitchen.
He certainly has not changed since high school, you thought.
The rest of his table stared in disbelief at him, but it was totally lost on Chris who explained what zoodles were.
"Sweet cheeks? Seriously dude..." Leota asked exasperated.
"What she had cherubic cheeks it's a compliment." Chris lied through his teeth.
"Sweet cheeks is your butt." Economos called his bluff immediately.
"No it's not." Chris doubled down.
"YES it is. It's like calling someone I don't know...sugar tits." Leota clapped back.
You'd heard that one before as well the other night from a patron, the names honestly hardly fazed you anymore.
"That's totally inappropriate..." Chris replied. Your ears perked up at that on the way back to your station.
Maybe he genuinely meant your cheeks on your face, and he didn't recognize you for high school, it had been a long time ago after all.
His gaze raked over your form once more before turning back to Leota; "Her tits are way too big to be sugar tits. Sugar tits are like smaller perkier tits like..." Chris stared at the woman in front of him Harcourts tits.
"Like your tits." Then he turned to the man on her right: "and like your tits as well." He shot John an appraising look.
Okay so he hadn't changed one iota since High school then, you shrugged.
Harcourt somehow kept her cool, turning her sharp eyes back at you briefly before settling on glowering at Chris.
"Hey idiot, if you bothered to look at her face once and maybe listened properly you'd notice that she didn't call you Peacemaker, she called you Chris. That waitress knows you." She barked at Chris, who shot back around to stare right at you.
Subtlety was not his strong suit it seemed, you thought as you went back to get his order from the kitchen.
"And why is that bus boy also staring at you?" Harcourt pointed to Adrian, who was trying to hide behind a fake fern but jumped out to give a Chris a wave.
"I think that's my friend Gut Chase's younger brother..." Chris said uncertainly.
"He has mental issues." He whispered, which you heard as you got approached the table.
Adrian excitedly pumped his arms up at Chris, who acknowledged him awkwardly with a wave.
You cringed a bit knowing that Chris was acting embarrassed by Adrian when you knew that he genuinely looked up to Chris and really believed that they were best friends.
Setting the plate of green salad and zoodles down with a definitive clatter on the table to announce yourself. "Here you go Chris."
"Thank you...uh do I know you?" Chris asked as he tucked into his zoodles.
"We went to high school together. I was a few years below you." You replied nonchalantly.
Chris looked up properly this time, taking in your face for a moment before clicking his fingers in recognition at last.
"Right! Yes you're the girl that Gut slipped 100 bucks to take his little brother to prom...classic Prince Charming move." Chris chuckled loudly, then he rescinded when he saw that Adrian had crept up close and definitely heard him.
"Uh well, I mean...that was high school super long ago."
"Yeah ages ago...ha-ha uh enjoy your zoodles." You said, hoping that the floor would swallow you up whole.
"Yeah thanks..." Chris replied and shot you an apologetic look before digging back into his salad.
"Let's get back on track." Murn said.
The entire able turned their attention from you both and began to talk about whatever business it was they had come here to talk about.
Something about butterflies, you didn't like to eavesdrop on work chat, and it sounded well above your pay grade.
When you finally went to face the music, your heart twinged. Adrian's green eyes were widened, glasses slightly askew, head cocked to the side confused as he processed what Chris had just blurted out.
Then he finally turned to you, sliding his glasses back up his nose and asked: "Wait you got paid to be my date for prom?"
You completely froze. Until Chris said it, you'd forgotten that element, but it hit you now like a tonne of bricks.
That's right, you were originally offered by Gut, along with his group of friends to take Adrian to prom for a bet of a hundred bucks.
You'd accepted because you needed money for your dress, besides you felt bad that he didn't have a partner lined up. You didn't consider it a dare and more a favour.
"Well..." You began. Your throat was suddenly cotton dry.
"Yes...Gut paid me some money to go with you, but I used it to buy my dress...my mom wasn't going to pitch in, and I'd have gone with you regardless." You offered but Adrian shook his head at you disappointment written all over his face.
You didn't know what you'd do if Adrian began to hate you, you never considered how much he'd become a part of your life.
But you also deserved it somewhat for taking the money in the first place and you understood if it hurt him to learn that.
"And you only took a hundred bucks?" Adrian asked, furrowing his brow.
"Uh...what?" You were dumbfounded.
"You should've asked for way more, you're worth like a grand at least. Best prom date ever. I mean seriously know your worth girl!" Adrian grinned at you with that dopey smile of his and all was right again in the world.
"A grand for a dance, I don't know that seems pretty high..." You laughed. "I don't think even escorts charge that much."
"Worth every penny." Adrian reassured you.
"Besides dancing is way more intensive than escorting, what taking someone to a hotel lobby and back? Such a scam, I don't get why guys pay for that." He scoffed.
"Escorts...don't just escort people to hotels...Adrian they do special favours for their clients." You giggled.
"What like cleaning their toilet or something? I don't get it." Adrian shrugged.
"No like... sexual favours..." You replied in a hushed tone to make sure a customer didn't hear you.
"Oh like a hand job?" Adrian asked without the same decorum and a disgruntled older lady glared at him from the table.
"Y-yeah...anyway I hope we're still cool and everything, but I understand if you need a bit of time..." You said.
"Nope, I'm totally fine. I'm glad my brother bribed you to go to prom with me, it was a rad time, and we got to dance to True by Spandau Ballet like a real 80s rom-com." Adrian said matter-of-factly.
"That was nice, wasn't it?" You replied warmly.
"Yeah even when what's-his-face slugged me, he actually helped me learn how to take a good punch." He smiled intensely at you, and you could only nod along to the strange inside joke he was clearly making with himself.
"Hey, you skipped right to the end! Don't you remember why that happened?" You felt offended that he left out your kiss as little as it was.
"Oh yeah....we smooched under your moms porch till he found us." He smiled at you, and you noticed a faint pink tinge growing on his ears.
"Smooching is a bit much, it was just a little peck." You waved that thought away with a laugh.
"I basically blacked out, did we do tongue? I remember some tongue action." Adrian said with an impish look on his face, his hand rubbed the back of his neck, and he didn't seem to be making eye contact with you as well now.
"Adrian you had braces...and head gear. I don't remember them having to pry us apart." You joked back and Adrian guffawed.
"Come on let's get back to our stations, we're nearly at close!" You said, rushing back to the kitchen to get the remaining orders.
What you didn't see was Adrian had been looking over your shoulder intermittently back to Chris, who was making a rude gestures with his hands, a finger through a hole, then pointing to you and back at himself and Adrian.
Adrian shrugged back at Chris, who waved him over impatiently.
The rest of the table had left Chris for the night with nothing but a manila folder that he quickly hid out of view when Adrian approached.
"What's with the secret hand signals? You really have got to tell me what those mean before you do them." Adrian complained, crossing his arms.
"Dude everyone knows this one is sex..." Chris scoffed. "And I was clearly putting three fingers up and pointing to you, me and her."
"What does that mean? Sex, three, Adrian, you, and her? I still don't get it." Adrian replied and Chris face palmed.
"Threesome? You, me and hot sweet-cheeks waitress?" Chris spelt it out fully and Adrian nodded finally in recognition.
"Ohh..that's what you meant. No can do."
"Why not dude? Come on have you even asked her to try the devil's tango?" Chris asked. "You're clearly somewhat into her, in your own weird way."
"She's happily married." Adrian said.
"I've been in prison for five years. I don't give a fuck if she's married. I give a fuck if she's down to clown. Now go ask her if she'd want a threesome and get spit roasted or if you're too chicken shit I'll rail her on my own. And let her know I've got some weed back at my trailer that we can smoke if she's cool." Chris ordered him, which normally worked in any other situation but this time Adrian kept his arms crossed firmly.
"Still can't believe that shit is legal now. You know I love bonding over threesomes, but adultery is illegal, and I'd rather not have to kill my best friend." Adrian replied.
"Adultery is not an actual crime! It's just frowned upon...come on dude, just ask for me? She seems kinda into you for whatever reason and she totally eye fucked me when she took my order." Chris badgered him, clearly more than a little pent up from his time locked up.
"Really you think she's into me?" Adrian looked back at you, but he quickly shook his head of the thought.
"Look, I'll need to consult the bylaws and check on the adultery thing because if so then I've committed some murders of people that were not actually doing crimes and that's honestly bumming me out now. But anyway you're dressed as Peacemaker right now, I shouldn't even be talking to you, it could expose my secret identity!" He spoke in a harsh whisper.
"She knows who I am already, that wouldn't expose you unless one of us told her that you were Vigi-"
"LALALALALALALA!" Adrian yelled at Chris.
"Alright fuck, shut up! Look man I've got to go get my dick wet. If you're not going to help hook me up I'm leaving and finding strange in the next bar." Chris said, eyeing Harcourt from the window who was about to leave in her car.
"Alright, good luck with that and see you tomorrow best friend!" Adrian grinned at him.
"Yeah sure..." Chris grumbled and threw some cash on the table before he left.
The remainder of your shift went by without a hitch and close was thankfully a breeze.
On the way back to your car, Adrian trailed behind you seemingly deep in thought.
You wondered if it was due to finding out about the bet and not wanting to raise it again, you also kept quiet on the way to the parking lot.
Rummaging through your purse you got your keys out and waved goodbye to Dean and the rest of the night shift.
You couldn't see Adrian, but he cleared his throat to announce he was behind you, so you didn't scream this time. His footsteps were so silent, you thought about putting a bell around his neck.
"So back to the hypothetical from earlier...I think it'd be priceless." Adrian said to you before you got into your car.
"What would be?" You asked him. "Sorry what's this hypothetical again?" The worst part about Adrian's hypotheticals is that they were always ones he'd concocted himself and were usually impossible to answer.
"Well duh if I had to pay for you to escort me into a hotel room and jack me off. Metaphorically of course. I'd obviously pay for sex work but like how do you come up with a sum for something so cool? How much would you pay me to escort you?" He asked.
You dropped your keys on the ground.
"T-that that's inappropriate Adrian..." You fumbled your words and your keys further under your car.
"Damn it!" You cursed, having to get on all fours to get a better look.
"Oh sorry! Didn't mean to workplace harass you I promise. That's why I said hypothetically. Damn I'm as bad as Chris calling you sweet cheeks. But he's totally wrong..." Adrian knelt down to your level and with his long arms scooped your keys up with ease.
You realized that he had a clear view of your ass in this position and felt your cheeks redden, and a bit upset at his words until Adrian finished his thought; "he said you don't have sugar tits? Because they are too large or whatever, that's not what sugar tits means it means tits that are sweet like sugar. I know he's my best friend and all but that's totally wrong, you have sugar tits for sure. They are totally sweet. Not that I'd call you either of those things. I'm a feminist."
Adrian popped your keys in your hand and ignored your jaw that was agape in disbelief of what he'd just said.
He took your stunned silence for active listening and continued. "I even told him that you were married but he still asked if I could set up a three-way between us. What a pig am I right?" Adrian laughed.
"A threesome?" You blinked a couple times to make sure. It had been a long time since anyone had touched you, when your husband did it was only to give you a beating.
You thought you'd lost that part of yourself, that appeal but clearly not if someone good-looking like Chris thought about sleeping with you...
"Yeah, he's like super blue balled from prison..." Adrian continued to laugh loudly to himself.
"I mean you probably have sex every night with what's-his-face. What man wouldn't with you as their wife? It's probably super boring for you now, you've experimented with all the positions like a thousand times right?" He asked you.
"Uh...I'm not going to touch any of that with a ten-foot pole. Goodnight Adrian. See you next shift." You said.
This was a dangerous road, if you let him take this topic for discussion and run with it knowing Adrian he would pester you about your sex life every shift.
Which at the moment was non-existent and he did not need to know that.
"Oh sure bye-bye!" Adrian waved to you cheerfully and whistled the lyrics to Barbie Girl by Aqua all the way to his car, spinning his key ring around on his fingers.
Your cheeks were burning when you got into the car and you blasted the AC to get some cool air onto them.
Mötley Crüe's Home Sweet Home guided you on the way back home.
"You know I'm a dreamer...But my hearts full of gold..." You began to sing but your heart wasn't fully into it, and you felt some of the lyrics go to the wayside.
Your mind wouldn't stop thinking on what Adrian told you about Chris asking to have a threesome with you. Adrian had said getting a hand job from you would be priceless and well...he always spouted crazy things, but it felt like he was watching you differently tonight.
"I'm on my way, I'm on my way. Home sweet home Tonight, tonight I'm on my way, I'm on my way Home sweet home..."
While you'd get the occasional sleazy comment from a guest, this felt different.
You felt desired and that part of you that had been locked away for so long emerged in a warm slither between your thighs as you drove.
"You know that I've seen...too many romantic dreams... up in lights, falling off the silver screen..."
Adrian's goofy smile and wavy brunette hair that spilt out of his bus boy cap flooded your mind. His ears turning pink at you talking about that kiss back in school left a fluttering in your chest.
"My heart's like an open book For the whole world to read... Sometime nothing keeps me together at the seams..."
This was bad. You gripped the steering wheel so hard your knuckles whitened.
You needed to snap out of this fantasy before you got home. If you acted any different, he'd pick up on it and make your life even more of a living hell.
"'I'm on my way I'm on my way Home sweet home Tonight, tonight I'm on my way..." You crushed down all thoughts of Adrian and the night you'd just had deep down inside of you to lock away before you got a stupid idea.
Like trying to leave your husband. You'd tried, of course you had.
It wasn't that simple though, he'd find you and despite the restraining orders and all the other so-called solutions, it didn't matter.
"Just set me free Home sweet home Home sweet home Home sweet home Home sweet home..." It was safer this way, you told yourself.
Your hand involuntarily shook at the doorknob as you turned the key. You repeated it until you believed it.
Taking a step inside you were met with the smell of a distillery, your husband was sprawled on the floor of the dining room, a bottle of hard liquor clenched in hand.
With a sigh of relief you tip toed past him towards your room and crawled into bed.
A message lit up when you put your phone on the charger.
[Adrian]: 🧜♂️🧜♀️
He sure loved that emoji...usually it was just the merman but this time he added a mermaid.
Your phone buzzed again.
This time it read an image file had been sent. Curious you opened it up, maybe it was another crossword puzzle he'd inexplicably answered every word wrong but all the letters still lined up perfectly or another cute owl picture.
But no it was something completely different this time and you nearly dropped your phone behind the bed but snatched it just in time.
It was a photo of the faded Polaroid you'd taken for prom.
Adrian's curly hair was completely unruly, a birds nest on his big head while the rest of him was rakishly small.
The bright blue suit he had borrowed from Gut was three sizes too big for him, the sleeves of his jacket rolled up, complete with black bowtie.
He was smiling widely the metal of his braces and wire framed glasses bouncing light off the camera.
You noticed that his arm was hovering around your shoulder but not quite touching which made you giggle. When you looked at yourself it made your eyes began to tear up. You were smiling, genuinely smiling.
When was the last time you'd smiled like that? Not even in any of your wedding photos did you have a single shot of you looking remotely as happy.
Unsure of what to reply, after leaving it on read for a few minutes you simply heart reacted it and switched your phone off to try and fall asleep.
When you finally drifted off you found yourself in a dream, it was obviously hazy and one where you knew you weren't really awake.
Firstly, you were dressed to the nines and waiting in a high-end hotel lobby drinking a dry martini.
Dream Adrian walked in, wearing an incredibly well-fitting suit and aviator sunglasses instead of his ordinary wire framed glasses.
"How much to get you out of that hot dress and escort me upstairs?" That was the only prelude you got from dream Adrian.
“How much to get you out of that hot suit?” You bit down suggestively on the olive in your drink, matching his grin with your own.
Then he swept you off your feet and the two of you made out the whole way up the elevator. When the elevator dinged, you launched into your room and fell directly into bed together.
"I've wanted this for so long..." Adrian sighed, his green eyes filled with lust.
"Me too..." You shyly admitted. Adrian led your hands down to his belt with an impish grin.
But when you unzipped Adrian's pants and got ready to rumble all that revealed to you was a ceramic thimble with small flowers painted on it.
"Don't worry babe, it'll get bigger." Adrian reassured you with a whine.
A bit disappointed, you kept going and then it suddenly got bigger and became a large glass coke bottle that you struggled to wrap your whole hand around it.
"Ahh fuck… I'm sorry it's too much I'm..." Adrian choked out, the coke bottle between his legs spurting out foam all over your hands and dress.
A knock at the door of the hotel room stopped you from getting to react to the foamy premature ejaculation that covered your dress and looked like you'd put a mentos in a coke bottle.
Suddenly in walked Chris. Completely buck naked.
"Room for one more?" He asked with a sitcom wink.
Canned laughter played out from a studio audience you couldn’t see through the sharp stage lights that turned on.
You remembered what his high school name had been for his penis when it swung towards you. Chimp arm. A literal chimp arm was there.
"Quit monkeying around dude!" Adrian called out to him and the two-finger gunned in unison at one another.
The audience laughed in a riot at that one.
"Alright, alright...hey sweet cheeks, could I get some of those zoodles?" Chris asked you hungrily.
"Zoodles? What in the fuck..." You looked down and your pussy was a tangle of garlic green zoodles.
"What even are zoodles?" Adrian asked.
"Dude they are noodles made from zucchini. It's a way healthier option and they taste dope." Chris explained.
"What the fuck..." You repeated. "I can't even have a normal sex dream?"
"Well yeah silly, your sense of intimacy is totally fucked from years of neglect and abuse in that sham you call a marriage." Adrian stated nonchalantly with a boyish grin.
"It's like super obvious...you should definitely get some therapy and that's coming from me Peacemaker. And I’m all kinds of fucked up." Chris said, shrugging at you.
"Why couldn't you guys have just fucked me and let me have a good time?" You cried.
"Don't ask us, it's your dream dude." Chris raised his hands up defensively.
"Look I'm going to go, I don't really like dealing with crying chicks no offense." He awkwardly clapped you on the shoulder and left the room.
"I'm going to head as well, thanks for earlier. Here you go." Adrian said before he tossed you a crumpled hundred dollar note on the way out.
You gasped a strangled scream, waking up in a cold sweat.
Did you just have a really messed up sex dream about Adrian Chase and Chris Smith of all people?
Looking at the time on your phone it read 3:45 am.
Flinging yourself back onto the pillow you sighed.
It was going to be a long night...
