Post by "The Fabulous One" Dan Fierce on Mar 26, 2016 9:49:39 GMT -5
Thirteen Year Itch - Chapter One
(Author's note: There are some graphic contents in this roleplay. If you are offended by same-sex situations, you may wish to skip this entirely. You've been warned.)
Life had a way of catching up with Dan's mind, usually when he needs it to the least. Like when he's trying desperately to fall asleep after a long day. It was an affliction many people could relate to. Dan's predicament wasn't special at all. His thoughts, however, were what made them unique.
Dan, his partner Brian, and their friend, the drag queen known as Nina Simone, had returned their rental car to the agency closest to the Charleston International Airport so that they could find the absolute quickest route away from Kentucky and never look back. This was an eventful trip, but not just because of the altercations Dan always seemed to find himself in the middle of. Trouble never had a difficult time in finding the Fabulous One. That's the price anyone pays for being their true selves. People tend to push back on that level of confidence.
It wasn't their little road trip into the backwards town of Hangtown that kept Dan's mind spinning. He'd learned to let that sort of thing go quite a while back. Nor was the thing keeping him up his impending match with two of the most violent women in the history of PCW so much on his mind as to cause insomnia. Again, he had trained himself to release that mindset in order to better rest.
The thing that kept him from getting his beauty sleep was laying next to him with his back turned in their apartment in the Castro District of San Francisco. Brian's CPAP machine hummed quietly in the background, the mask leaking hisses of air in tune to his breathing. Normally, they were sounds that Dan had grown to find relaxing when his brain wasn't in overdrive. Tonight, they grated his nerves for some reason.
His mind had decided that tonight would be the perfect opportunity to relive one of the darkest moments in his relationship's history. Yep. Tonight would be the pinnacle time to recount the last few years as the numbness from that fateful revelation accumulated into the now.
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Dan sat in his chair, a blank expression on his face, his mind a vortex of emotion; hate, fear, anger, and a bone crushing sadness all whirled, none setting in long enough to grasp and react.
"Say something! Anything!" Brian exclaimed, his voice cracking and regretful tears slowly streaming down his cheeks. Silence wasn't what he had wanted to hear after the message he'd just delivered: he had cheated on his partner of seven years and was willing to break up because of his infidelity.
"I..." Dan spoke monotonously, "I don't even know where to begin. I don't know what to say, what you WANT me to say."
His mind recalled Brian wanting to go out a few nights prior. He had selfishly declined, telling his partner to go and have fun without him. The club scene was just not fun to him anymore. He had become an old fuddy-duddy, or at least that's what Brian jokingly referred to him as while pleading his case for a night of letting loose. Dan had been unrelenting, giving his permission for the love of his life to enjoy himself. He just hadn't expected him to enjoy himself in quite this fashion.
"How did it happen?" For some reason, that was just the logical starting point for Dan, both in his mind and out loud. His ears were listening, but his mind was scrolling through scenarios internally that may have lead up to this point. Thoughts and a bevy of questions sprung up in his imagination:
"Would this have happened if I'd have went?"
"Should I have stayed up and checked in on him?"
"Did I drive him away?"
Brian explained how he had run into a friend at his favorite club the Badlands, a dance and video bar with a drawing of young eye candy and 2-for-1 cocktail specials on Friday nights. Patrick was a man who had money. Brian either didn't know how or didn't care to divulge the "hows" to that end. Dan wasn't sure if that was even an important piece of this event's puzzle or not. He had even met Patrick a few times, both prior to his relationship with Brian and after their involvement. He was a middle-aged, shaved bald, and short man with a decent body but the personality of a cheese grater.
After taking advantage of several two-fer specials, they both had decided to retire to Patrick's downtown condo via taxi for the remainder of the evening. According to the story that had been spun in Dan's direction, they had began the night simply reminiscing about some of the fun they had before Brian had paired himself with Dan. Then the trip down memory lane took a tangent.
"I didn't want it to happen," cried Brian. "I never intended for it to happen. It just... did. It was an accident."
Rage flared as Dan stood bolt upright in Brian's face. "NO! You do NOT get to call it an accident! An accident is breaking a glass full of milk! An accident is a car wreck! Patrick did not accidentally trip and stick his dick in your glory hole!" Finally, the dam on his own waterworks had broken, sending a cascade of emotion streaming down in a torrent.
They both stood in silence, grasping at anything they could to either bring the situation into focus or distract them from it. Either would be welcome at this point.
"It gets worse," Brian quietly continued, a feat that Dan wasn't sure could be accomplished. He was about to be proven wrong. "Patrick has AIDS."
"So, I guess I'm not quite done with that fool bitch Raven yet? Fine by me. I can beat that hooker until she's black and blue and back again. This 'nothing' put her ass down for the three count right in the center of the ring, and her ass couldn't handle it. So she attacked me when my guard was down. Bravo. You must be so proud.
"It's clearly a defining moment in your career when you try and sell the world on how great you are, and how worthless your opponent is, only to have it backfire in your face. How does that feel, Raven? Well, if your short term memory isn't all that great from your past history with drugs and abuse, then I'll happily serve up a refresher course on Trauma 189.
"Me? I couldn't care less about wins and losses, and even less about yanking that mealy mouthed hooker up to my level so I can bitch slap the taste from her diseased mouth once again. Since fate and the bookers have decided to put us across from the ring from one another, I'll do what I do best; make my opponents look foolish.
"I'll let Crazy Boy handle Alexa, unless that psycho is in the ring with me. She's like Raven, only without the skill set to back it up. Look, we get that you're crazy, deranged, and unstable. Yawn. If I had a nickel... You're trippin' if you think you scare me. The only thing you have to your advantage is the numbers game. You haven't accomplished a single noteworthy thing in your career without a band of backup singers by your side. I know honor isn't your strong suit, Alexa, but keep your goons out of this and they won't get hurt, including your baby sister. Not a single one of you scares me. Not. A. Single. One. You don't impress me.
"Having Tyrone as a tag partner will be interesting, but I think he and I have a common goal of obliterating Black and Hex. Together, we'll show the world that we can overcome anything those two birds of a feather can throw at us. Bring us your best, ladies. We'll demonstrate that your level of crazy can't compete with our level of fabulousness!"
