Thread: The Songs Are No More (Chantho/Misanthropic)

Ezra blinked in mild surprise when he found his friend's coat draped around his shoulders. He hardly had time to mutter a thank you before someone called for Damien's attention. Wrapping the long coat a little tighter around his body, the man rose to his feet and returned to the spot where he'd been standing before. His eyes remained on the doctor as he jogged off to attend to whoever needed him. It had been a while since he really looked at Damien and he'd forgotten how attractive the other man was. Ezra had never really thought of himself as gay. Woman tended to be the main source of his interest most of the time. However that didn't stop him from admiring his friend from time to time, not that he'd ever let on. This time he didn't draw much attention and it wasn't long before the festivities wound down. As people trailed out of the room, he finally let himself relax a little. Now was the time when maintenance took care of the bodies and cleaned up what other messes had been left behind in the guests' enthusiasm. A small break room was provided for others like Damien and Ezra, and that's where he was headed now. He'd have a little something to drink to dull the memories of the evening's events and wait until it was time to go home. Lucky it wouldn't be long now, his arm was beginning to ache. The break room wasn't well furnished by the standard the visitors were held to. All the furniture was old, and there were stains on the couch cushion. The garish red paint on the walls was peeling and the floor looked as though it hadn't seen a good cleaning in months. None of this bothered Ezra. He'd seen and lived in far worse. With a wide yawn the artist dropped onto a vacant love seat and closed his eyes. Damien would no doubt be along shortly and they could discuss their plans for the next day. Since the doctor would still be a little high on the zydrate, he'd probably be more honest about what he wanted to do. So thoroughly exhausted, Ezra didn't hear the footsteps entering the room until their owner was practically standing over him. Opening one eye in irritation, he glanced up to see who'd interrupted his thoughts. Sneering down at him was one of the other designers he worked with at the parties. Harold? Henry? Something like that. The younger man had been one of the interns most likely to earn a permanent position before Ezra had been hired. the never talked, but Ezra wasn't foolish enough to believe he was in the other's good graces. You really must be more full of yourself than I thought HaroldHenry snorted while the other gazed up at him boredly. Just lying around like you own the place. Anyone else would be scared to even blink on a night like this. Ezra rolled his eyes. Was that all? This was, what... The second time this guy had ever approached him of his own volition? It was like being back in high school. Maybe you didn't notice, but everyone just left to eat. What do I have to worry about? Why don't you just take a load off over there and quit bothering me. He let his eye slide closed again and missed the look of fury that washed over his colleague's face. Don't fucking brush me off Valens! Chirst... I'm so sick of your shit. We all are. You have more to worry about than you think. That last statement confused him a little and he opened his eyes just in time to see the other man pulling a switchblade out of his pocket. Shit. Ezra watched the kid closely, tense. The other made no move to attack him yet, perhaps he was just trying to intimidate? Do you know how hard the rest of us had to work to even get into this joint as a fucking janitor? HaroldHenry's fingers curled around the weapon. It's not like your ideas are any better than ours. No way. I here they got you workin' up at Geneco advertising too. How many cocks did you have to suck to get that job, huh? some uneducated shit like you. Ezra's eyes flashed from the man to the door and back again. This guy was all talk.He'd just let him run at the mouth and wait for an opportunity. Still the words were getting to him. The second he got a chance he was going to beat the living crap out of this asshole.