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Evan looked at him, brows raised. He was surprised the man was talking again.
“You asked what my name was earlier.”
“Ah,” Evan exclaimed, all thoughts of going home forgotten. “Nice to meet you, Henry! I forgot I was telling you a story. Where was I?”
“Dorian is your best friend and he’s the only one allowed to call you Ev.”
“Right, there. So, Dee and I are roommates. Rent in LA is expensive but we make do but oftentimes I had to cover for our expenses because Dee is a street artist and there’s not much money in that, but he loves making art and is so good at it too so I want to help him. The severance pay can cover us a bit, but I need to get a new job soon because there are other bills and food to think about.” Evan slumped in his seat. He should be embarrassed telling his situation to this man, but eh. “It’s almost summer, and the fresh grads will be out looking for jobs too and the competition will be tougher. I tried looking for new jobs earlier and wasn’t very successful.” He grinned at Henry. “That’s why I decided to just go in here, spend what little spare cash I still have and get wasted because this is stressing me out and drinking seems to be the right thing to do at the moment. What about you? What brings you here?”
Henry lifted a shoulder. “Bad day at work.” He looked like he wanted to say more, but decided against it.
“You too, huh?” Evan pouted, and before he knew it, Henry was moving, thumbing at Evan’s lower lip and pressing it softly. Evan’s lips parted and he gasped, looking up at Henry’s eyes. Something shifted in the air and Evan felt a different kind of heat, not because of the Blowjob, but because of Henry’s touch. Why was this beautiful person paying attention to him and why was he touching Evan? Henry was looking at him like he wanted something from Evan, like he wanted to —
Evan was hot, too hot, and his tummy felt weird, and now he was feeling cold all over. And oh no, his face crumpled as a sudden wave of nausea hit him and he shuddered and heaved.
Evan’s body lurched forward, out of his control, and then he was holding on to Henry’s shoulders as, horrifyingly, mortifyingly, he retched and threw up on Henry’s shirt and jeans, emptying his stomach on the man.
Jesus, he felt so awful.
He vaguely heard Lamar walking toward them and saying, “I should take a picture and sell it to TMZ.” Evan didn’t know how TMZ would be interested in pictures of him throwing up, but go off, he guessed. He laid his head on Henry’s chest, and any other time, he would have enjoyed this but right now it just felt good to lean his clammy forehead on something.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Henry grumbled and Evan could hear his voice vibrate through his chest. “Ugh, disgusting. Do you know where he lives so we can send him home?”
“Nah, man. First time I see the kid tonight. Can you check his wallet?”
Something cold touched the back of his neck and his cheeks and mouth — a wet cloth — and it felt so good that he hummed and moaned. He felt a hand copping a feel on his back pockets. He blanked out and didn’t hear the rest of Lamar and Henry’s conversation, and when he came to, Henry was supporting him outside, his arm around Evan’s waist. Standing up, he could only reach Henry’s shoulders, but if he tiptoed, maybe he could talk to Henry face-to-face? He wanted to tell Henry that he could go home on his own, that he wasn’t a kid, and he needed to pay for his drinks, and he was sure he did tell him. But Henry didn’t seem to understand what he was saying.
Another wave of nausea hit him and then he slipped out of Henry’s arm, stumbling onto the bushes and throwing up some more. He was so icky and he knew he smelled like a dead animal. He was aware of Henry carrying him somewhere and then they were in what smelled like a car, and it was cool inside which eased the headache Evan was beginning to feel. He heard another man’s voice and wondered if he was being abducted, but Henry seemed to be a nice guy, if a bit quiet, so that probably wasn't the case.
He sat with his head on Henry’s shoulder and let the darkness take him as the car drove away from the bar and lulled him to sleep.
Fuck this. He was never drinking again.
