Bad Idea! ✐ FRERARD

✩ FUCKED... LITERALLY ✩

"You're the worst cop in the tristate area, Wentz, don't kid yourself." Ryan laughed around his beer bottle making Pete pout childishly.

"Suck a dick," Pete grumbled.

"Well, if anyone's offering." Brendon said to Ryan who kicked him harshly making him laugh to himself.

Frank rolled his eyes, and was about to check the time on his phone after having figured that two hours was long enough time spent watching everyone drink themselves into another dimension, but before he was able to, he felt Ray nudge him for what felt like the hundredth time.

"What?" Frank mumbled as he looked up at him.

"Did you know Mikey invited his brother?" Ray asked curiously as he pointed over at a guy coming out of the bathroom.

Frank sighed when he recognised Gerard's face, at this point not even surprised. It was like the universe just couldn't grasp that maybe they just weren't supposed to be in contact with one another. Frank had even had a crude awakening where he found out Gerard was not only Mikey's brother, but Lindsey's close friend.

Instead he ignored a wandering Gerard, finishing off his third beer before moving past Ray to get another one.

When he got to the counter, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at how Gerard took a seat by the stool right by where he was standing.

"Just a beer." Frank said to the same bartender who at this point must have recognised him.

Once Frank had his beer in his hands, he couldn't help but eye Gerard subtly. He looked nice, well, he always did, but it seemed like tonight he had put in more effort than usual. Frank would have assumed he was here for a date or even to hook up with someone thinking back to his usual sightings at clubs and bars, but Frank noticed he also seemed a lot less lively or even saturated than usual.

Given Frank's obvious career choice, he often did take notes of mannerisms and off appearances, but he didn't usually give a shit if he wasn't obligated to, but he supposed Gerard was always different. So Frank did take note of the tired look in his eyes, though the tiredness didn't look like it was from lack of sleep at all. Not to mention he was nervously scratching at his hands for some odd reason, and Frank really shouldn't have been creeping on him for the millionth time, but here he was once again. Back at stage one of this weird infatuation with Gerard and his tasseled hair.

"You got any cheap vodka?" Gerard asked, making Frank raise an eyebrow as he was pulled back into reality.

The bartender passed him a shot glass filled with what Frank assumed was vodka, and before he could pull his eyes away, Gerard sighed loudly and in a very irritable manner.

"What do you want?" He asked with furrowed eyebrows, Frank standing still for a moment before relaxing in his wake.

He cleared his throat, unsure of what to respond with. Gerard had said he was tired of him, but hadn't they technically made up at the precinct the other day? Frank thought so anyway. So he didn't know why Gerard's hostile tone was back, but then again he did seem pretty rough so Frank would give him the benefit of the doubt.

Gerard didn't pay him and his stiff standing any more mind as he looked back down at his small shot, downing it quickly before practically slamming it back on the counter.