@verseless-clay
Friday Afternoon
Adam sets the note on Vincent’s bedside dresser. His brother is in the shower but Adam won’t wait around for him to get out. He doesn’t want to explain his choice knowing all the protests his brother will make just to keep him here locked up.
And it’s not like he’ll be gone forever. Adam only needs a bit of time. He departs from the apartment. Out on the street he sees his getaway car. Adam strides up to it and taps on the window to get the attention of the man inside.
Open up!
Clay is in the middle of inhaling cigarette smoke when he hears the knock on his car window. It’s Adam, long time no see. He called Clay to come get him, because of course he did. So naive this guy is, but so fun too. Clay wouldn’t keep Adam around if he wasn’t at least of some use.
Clay leans over and unlocks the door. Adam swings it open and hops in. He throws his arms around Clay and kisses him on the cheek. Wet and obnoxious.
I missed you so much, Clay.
Adam pulls back and smiles wide. Clay takes a puff of his cigarette then turns to blow the smoke in Adam’s face. He grabs Adam by the chin to reel him in for a kiss on the lips.
Mhm. Hey, did you get what I asked for?
Oh, yea that.
Adam reaches inside his jacket and pulls out a gun.
It’s my brothers. I was kind of surprised to find it in his bedside drawer, but with how he’s been keeping me on house arrest I wasn’t too surprised.
Adam sighs.
He’s very protective.
Clay snatches the gun from Adam’s hand. He inspects it, cigarette between his teeth.
It will do. I mean who am I to walk up and down these streets without a proper safe guard, especially with how shifty everyone’s been acting.
What do you mean by that?
I don’t know, my ears are ringing. Business is slower than usual, on both fronts, and that ain’t ever happen before. All these years. I smell subterfuge.
You’ve got a rat problem. I could sniff them out for you…just say the word. I can be good.
My loyal little obedient dog. I should collar you.
Clay smirks and turns his attention away from Adam to put the gun in the glove compartment. The cigarette dangles from his fingers and he searches for a place to put it out. He grabs Adam’s wrist and shoves up his jacket sleeve. He extinguishes the cigarette upon the skin.
Adam cries out and winces as Clay purposely burns his skin. When it’s done Clay starts the car, places both his hands on the steering wheel, and acts like nothing happened.
Ow! What was that for?
