RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

"Yeah, that is kind of a weight off my shoulders, at least I know you'll stick up for me if some crazy homophobic biker comes in here ready to kill me," I laugh before scratching the back off my neck and looking over Josef's still naked torso.

"Y'know, since I don't think we're going to be getting any other business today, do you think you could... work shirtless today?"

I grin at him before folding my arms over my chest as I just watch him standing in front of the car with a hammer in his hand.

I smirk at his over excited nature, grinning at the fact that he reminds me of me at his age.

"Just stick with being my eye candy, yeah?" I grin greedily before patting him on the shoulder and making my way away from him towards the desk at the other end of the room.

That was... weird. I thought I'd feel odd, and out of place, like I have being too overexposed to him. But now, I feel more confident about myself than ever. So confident and amazing, that I think the moment that Matt is ready to come home and feeling up to it, he's going to celebrate our engagement in sexy style.

[[...What nooooow? haha.]]

Haha, awww, OK then. Erm, well, maybe you could have a think while I'm at work tomorrow? Start something to SURPRISE me or something?]]

I look up from my huge file in front of me, my brow furrowing a little before looking around the room to Josef, thinking he called my name. But he's still bashing the side of the Chevy he was working on before.

"Did you..." I ask him but before I can even finish, I can hear my name being called again from outside, but a little louder this time.

"Nevermind," I say more to myself as I don't think Joe can hear me before I head over to the main doors the voice is coming from.

I unbolt the door before pulling it open to be met with a swaying Brian.

"Ooooh sweet Jesus."

"Hey, man!" I say, my voice sounding brighter than my general mood, "You busy? Coz I'm totally fucked and am likely to, y'know, die if I'm out in public much longer."

I hate myself when I'm like this. In my head, I realize I'm being an idiot but I can't vocalise anything except moronic bullshit. I want to tell him that I just need someone to talk to, someone to get all this confusion out to, to tell him how disappointed I am with myself but apparently the words are just sticking in my head and I'm being the goofy, grinning, moronic drunk.

"Oh God Brian, what the hell is wrong now?" I ask him, but then I realise that he doesn't need a reason to be drunk.

"Nevermind, come in," I say before grabbing onto his arm and dragging him inside the garage.

I shut the door behind him and lock it again before someone else can come in or see that we are actually open. I look back at Brian to see him just standing there, not sure what he's looking at or if he's even awake now or whether he is sleeping on his feet.

"Brian. Do you want to talk or something?"

"Alright, alright man," I say as I throw an arm around Brian's shoulder before pulling him in the direction of the little room out the back, just so we can get away from Josef's banging away, and so Brian can't see the fact that my employee is actually shirtless.

I pull Brian into the small side room before shutting the door behind us.

I turn to him and watch as he paces, running his hands through his hair, he doesn't look too hot, "Brian, what's happened?"

He's drinking because something has actually happened this time... well, there is a first time for everything.

I blink a few times before I actually answer, man a lot has happened to him since the last time I spoke to him. Which was actually about two days ago, so woah.

"Wait, you got back with Coby?"

I know that's not the point of his drinking, but I'm getting old, I need time for my brain to register things before I can actually process things.

"Since when and... how can I help?" I ask him.

It might be easier if he explained to me why he was actually here so I'm not giving him advice for something he doesn't actually need it on, I have done that so many times with Courtney before until she's in tears from stress... her I can handle in tears, Brian, not so much.

I wince a little as he lands on the concrete floor, I take a seat down on the floor, not quite as fast as he did.

"How about you hang back here with me for a little while. I'm not exactly in the mood to be working, Matt's in hospital and I'm pretty stressed out."

I shut my mouth. This is supposed to be about helping Brian, I mean, Joe already helped me with my problems, I don't need to be spilling them all out to Brian as well, his life is fucked up enough.

"So, you want some coffee to sober you up a little?" I ask him.

I smile at him before climbing to my feet again, wondering why I even sat on the floor in the first place as my joints cease up.

"He's fine, now. He had like, major stomach pains, and it turns out it was appendicitis. He's just recovering from the operation now," I tell Brian as I walk over to the small make shift kitchen we have in the tiny break room.

I start to make the coffee before turning back to Brian, "but that's not why you came here so... what would you like to talk about?"

"Awww man, that's rough Brian," I say as I turn back to the coffee once I hear the coffee machine turns itself off, signalling that it's ready.

"But, I'm sure that Coby wouldn't have minded you breaking your sobriety for that. It's kinda a big deal, and... kicking an addiction isn't exactly easy," I say, sympathising with him a little, as I myself had a little problem with weed when I was in college.

"It's still got to be a shock, y'know? I mean, if my mum even tried to find me now to talk to me, I'd be pretty pissed off with all the shit that's happened with me. And I did actually want her to leave," I tell him, hoping that I can at least justify his addiction a little.

I probably should be telling him how terrible he is for drinking, and how he should be trying to change his ways for Jacoby, but that doesn't help people who have addictions at all. If anything it makes them want to slip into the addiction more just to get away from the disappointed looks and yelling.