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 It was late and he shouldn't have been out. No, he should have stayed home and drunk himself into a coma and passed out on his floor in the apartment. Instead, he decided to parade his night of misery all over town, bar hopping and getting kicked out of two. He stumbled upon the one he was at, though he didn't actually enter the bar. They were passed closing time and he was too drunk to get another one anyway. Maybe he wasn't that drunk. It could have just felt like he was trashed. There was a really shitty combination of something going on in his head. 

He anxiously grabbed a cigarette from the pack he carried in his pocket. He'd gone through almost an entire pack in a night, which was unlike him in so many ways. Lighting it, he took a long drag and felt for a few moments how that might just save him from himself for now before he had to stumble home and make his way to bed. He'd be lucky if he got there. Not on nights like this. Not tonight. Not this day.

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It had been the busiest night Johnny had seen at the little bar in a long time. Most people that came in were regulars, or a few of the locals that knew the place even existed. It wasn't so much that they didn't have a sign, they did. It was just that the owner was too cheap most weeks to bother paying for maintenance. So no matter when they were open, the place just looked closed anyway. The tinted windows really didn't help to say the least.

Johnny was going to be fucking glad to just get the hell out and go crash in his bed. He hadn't heard from Wylie all day, the only message he left him was just one saying he would definitely not be getting out early. He was in for the long haul. He didn't like to badger the guy with twenty text messages a day. They weren't exactly a couple yet, and they weren't exactly just fuck buddies either. Johnny still didn't know what they were, just that he didn't want to fuck with the equilibrium they had managed to hold onto. No matter how vague an equilibrium it was.

There was a brief, fleeting thought of going to see Wylie, hope that he was even still awake, but Johnny dismissed it as he pulled his jacket on and stepped out into the late night air. He would be better to just get some sleep and maybe hope that tomorrow would see a visit with the other man.

He almost did a double take after he'd pulled the keys out of the lock, the silhouette way too familiar to ignore. "Wylie?"