An Unexpected Encounter

"Look, if you want me to leave, all you gotta do is ask." He grunted. If he wasn't wanted, he'd get his ass up and move. He could toss some twerp off one of the bar stools and drink himself into a stupor over there. He was in the process of standing up when Jesse looked back over at him.

"Seriously, what are you doing?" He startled Alex, who hadn't been doing anything other than making light conversation. Apparently the look said what he was thinking because Jesse narrowed his eyes menacingly. "Did they send you over here to make fun of me? Treat me like shit the way they did last time just to get a fucking laugh?" Now Alex was really confused.

"No... I don't even know who you're talking about." He explained, not sure why he even needed to explain himself. "This is the first time I've ever been here. I just wanted to get fucked up and pass out. Shit, I didn't realize I was supposed to be making fun of you." He snapped. This time he did stand up, ignoring his beer. "Look, I didn't mean to piss you off, whatever I've done, I was just looking to get out of the house for a while. Sorry I intruded." Alex had been halfway to the door when he felt a fragile hand on his bicep. He turned to see Jesse standing there, looking pretty uncomfortable.

"Sorry, I—I didn't know you were just being nice." He apologized. Alexander could barely hear him over the pounding of the music. "I thought... I thought you were someone else, I guess." He looked over at the bar. "Look, here, I'll pay for your next drink." He lifted his hand off of Alex's arm and fumbled in his pink, fuzzy purse with about as much glitter as he had on his face. The guy liked to sparkle. But Alex really did want to drink, and though he didn't know what was wrong with Jesse, he had a feeling there were real reasons behind his suspicions.

"It's okay," He waved off Jesse's money. "Don't worry about it.