An Unexpected Encounter

"No, it's alright." The pain in the guy's eyes was obvious, but he tried to put on a smile. "I was meeting someone. He—I guess he decided to postpone and forgot to call." The flippant remark and the pained laugh told Alex everything.

"Douche bag boyfriend, huh." He stated, certain.

"Ex. For about six months now." Jesse responded, not commenting on his assumption that it had been a man. Obviously, look at the guy. He was most definitely a gay male. "Probably should have known he'd stand me up. He always did before." The margarita came finally and Jesse took it willingly, though he very delicately licked the salt off before taking a drink. Not one for messes, Alex assumed. Though... the slow, practiced motions should have clued him in, Alex was never the brightest bulb in the factory when it came to picking up social cues. Facial expressions, sure. Being hit on? Not so much, and not usually from a man.

"Well, fuck him. Obviously he didn't deserve you." Alex responded honestly. Jesse seemed like a nice guy, glitz and all. And only assholes stood up dates. Alex wasn't one of those guys. Well, he didn't date, per se. But if he did he wouldn't skip out last minute or ditch his date at all. Luckily for him, he made it quite clear from the beginning that he wasn't interested in relationships. If women went home with him anyway, that wasn't exactly his fault. Okay, it was. But you could never call Alex a liar. Honest to the point of brutality, he was.

"Maybe. But it still makes me a fool, getting hurt twice by the same problem." He was slurping up the alcohol much faster now, and Alex wasn't surprised. He ordered himself more alcohol and downed it, finally starting to feel that lightheaded, floating feeling. He liked that much better.

"Happens, Jess." He muttered. "Ain't pleasant, but hey at least I'm here." He joked. Jesse flashed him another grin.

"Definitely the better choice.