Black And White

Hundred And One

Avi practically dragged Mitch to the car.

He helped Mitch into the passenger seat, and then grabbed Mitch's phone from his pocket to pass to Mitch. "Call Alex. Talk to him until I get back."

Mitch nodded once and smiled widely as he dialed the number.

Avi then closed the car door, and locked the car as he backed away.

When he walked back over to the front of the bar, just off to the side of the entrance, he could see that Scott already had the guy pinned.

Scott's fist hovered above the man's face for a moment. "Are you going to apologize?"

"Hell no! Get off of me!"

Scott swung once, and Avi flinched at the noise. Scott swung once more and started babbling. "He's not your fucking property, you fucking entitled, disrespectful, rude ass son of a bitch."

The man finally held a hand up to catch Scott's fist. "I never said--!"

"You called him an object. And my intelligent little Mitchie would call that dehumanization. Which is fucking cruel, and you're still an asshole." Scott punched him again, right in the nose.

"You're the asshole! Fucking get off me!"

"Not until you apologize to my baby."

*

Scott had to carry Mitch into the house because he'd fallen asleep.

Avi was sure to close and lock the door behind them. "Alright so I'm on the couch?"

Scott gestured toward Alex, who was sleeping on one of the couches. "Sure. Looks like he decided to ignore me."

"He just didn't want to be in your way and you know it." Avi countered.

Scott only shrugged. "Regardless. You're okay staying out here with him?"

"Of course. I'm sure you still have adrenaline in you, but when you calm down you should ice that bruise on your face. Because it's gonna hurt. Goodnight, Kid."

Scott nodded once, and turned to go down the hall with Mitch. "Thanks... Sleep well."

Mitch woke up a little, and was very disoriented as he grabbed onto Scott's shirt. "What..?"

Scott kicked his door open, walked into the room, and then kicked it partially shut. "Hi, babe. Good morning."

"It's morning? Oh my God..."

"No, I'm just kidding." Scott muttered, walking over to lay Mitch down on his bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I could sleep for the rest of my life."

"I figured as much."

Mitch squinted at him a little, unsure if he was seeing what he thought he was seeing in the darkness of the room. "Scottie..? Are you okay?"

"I'm not the one who got plastered."

"But... Do you have a bruise on your cheek?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Scott said softly, taking his shirt off and tossing it somewhere in the room before climbing into bed.

Mitch was too out of it to push the subject further, so he giggled. "You can't sleep with jeans on, silly."

"Well.. I'll take mine off, if you take yours off."

Mitch's giggle halted abruptly. "Okay, but... Keep your naughty hands away from me."

"I will." Scott began pulling his jeans off, but then looked over at him. "Wait, does that apply to cuddling too?"