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open starter — art donaldson
Art blames his disorientation on the alcohol in his system. And he blames the alcohol on Patrick. He knows he can’t refuse Patrick—he tried, once, and then never again—but he really would like to stop ending his nights at hotel bars. He’s not at a hotel bar right now, though. He’s wandering down some random street in some random city. He should’ve called an Uber, but he didn’t think of it, and he doesn’t know where he is, so there’s no point in it now.
He frowns up at one of the houses. He knows that door. Or at least, he thinks he does. If not, he’ll just have to hope that whoever lives there takes pity on him. It won’t be that hard. He’s got hickies and bruises all over him, and even though most of them aren’t visible, he knows he’s got at least two hickies on his collarbone. The bruises are all covered by his clothes. They always are.
Slowly, he makes his way up to the door. He knocks. And he waits. When it opens, he smiles in what he hopes is an apologetic manner. “Hi.” He winces at the slur in his voice. “Can I come in?”
open starter — art donaldson
Art blames his disorientation on the alcohol in his system. And he blames the alcohol on Patrick. He knows he can’t refuse Patrick—he tried, once, and then never again—but he really would like to stop ending his nights at hotel bars. He’s not at a hotel bar right now, though. He’s wandering down some random street in some random city. He should’ve called an Uber, but he didn’t think of it, and he doesn’t know where he is, so there’s no point in it now.
He frowns up at one of the houses. He knows that door. Or at least, he thinks he does. If not, he’ll just have to hope that whoever lives there takes pity on him. It won’t be that hard. He’s got hickies and bruises all over him, and even though most of them aren’t visible, he knows he’s got at least two hickies on his collarbone. The bruises are all covered by his clothes. They always are.
Slowly, he makes his way up to the door. He knocks. And he waits. When it opens, he smiles in what he hopes is an apologetic manner. “Hi.” He winces at the slur in his voice. “Can I come in?”