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Disclaimer: I do not own 21JS or the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

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I apologise in advance for the 'drunk-speak' :)
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Booker shuffled up the condo steps, the whiskey circulating through his system impairing his coordination. He fumbled with the door handle as he tried to push the door before remembering it opened outward. Ripping it open with unnecessary force, he stumbled into the dimly lit living area, the door slamming closed behind him. It took him a second to familiarize himself with his surroundings, and finding the room empty, he staggered toward the balcony door. Sliding it open with a bang, he faltered for a moment before staggering out into the balmy night air.
Tom sat on a reclining Chaise Lounge, his gaze fixed on the darkness stretched out before him. The rolling sound of the ocean waves segued into the heavy rasp of Booker’s breathing and closing his eyes, he inhaled the scent of salt and sand, drawing patience from their appealing bouquet. “You’ve been drinking.”
Swaying unsteadily on his feet, Booker peered at Tom through one drunken eye. “Yup. An' I gotta tell you, Hanshon, it was jush the thing I needed to get YOU off my mind.”
Opening his eyes, Tom continued his perusal of the perpetual blackness blanketing the ocean view. “Go to bed, Booker, you’re embarrassing yourself.”
Affronted, Booker pulled back his shoulders and stuck out his chest. But the change in posture upset his equilibrium and staggering sideways, he crashed into the balcony railing. Grabbing hold of the wooden barrier, he steadied himself before speaking. “Ish that right? Aren’t you gonna busht my balls firsht? ‘Cause that’s what ya do, innit, Mishter Fuckin’ Perfect? You always have somethin’ to shay.”
Tom remained silent, unwilling to buy into the argument. In the mood for a fight, Booker lurched forward and extending his index finger, he repeatedly stabbed the tip in his lover’s chest. “Well, c’mon, hotshot, give it to me shtraight. Tell me what the oh-sho fuckin’ perfect Hanshon would have done in MY poshision. Tell me. Huh? What would you do? What… would… you… DO!”
Slapping Booker’s hand away, Tom's eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Quit it, or I’ll knock you on your ass.”
The statement brought a wide grin to Booker’s face and straightening up, his amused gaze wandered over Tom’s slender frame. “You think you can take me?” he taunted, his eyes dancing with merriment. “Okay, tough guy. Let’s shee what you got.”
Getting to his feet, Tom refused to rise to the bait. Instead, he avoided eye contact and headed toward the balcony doors. “Leave me alone.”
Booker sneered at him as he walked past. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You know what you are, Hanshon? You’re a spineless peesh of shit. You’re a represhed, uptight, momma’s boy who doeshn’t know when—”
Spinning around, Tom’s arm shot out, his fist catching Booker squarely under the chin. The dark-haired officer’s head snapped back, and he staggered against the railing. With a growl, he lunged forward just as Tom’s fist shot out again, this time landing with a sickening crack on his lover’s nose.
Blood spurted from Booker’s nostrils and with a yell, the dark-haired officer covered his face with his hands. “WHAT THE HELL?”
A flicker of remorse passed over Tom’s face, but he stood his ground. “You’re drunk. Go sleep it off. We’ll talk in the morning.”
Before the young officer could walk away, Booker grabbed hold of his arm, his fingers leaving a bloody handprint on his lover’s bare skin. “We’ll talk about it now!”
Pulling away, Tom stormed into the condo and snatching up Booker’s car keys, he headed out the door. “I’m going for a drive.”
Booker lurched after him, his eyes flashing with anger. “If you shteal my Caddy, I shwear I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” Tom snapped. “Breathe on me and knock me out with the fumes? ‘Cause in the state you’re in, that’s about all you’re capable—”
A fist slammed into the side of Tom’s head, the punch sending him reeling. With a yell, the young officer tumbled down the condo steps, his body coming to rest on the gravel driveway below. Pain exploded behind his eyes, lighting up his mind like fireworks on the fourth of July, and rolling onto his side, he clutched his head in his hands. Muttering a loud groan, a wave of nausea coiled through him, and closing his eyes against the pain, he fought the urge to vomit. His weekend getaway had turned into a bloody war zone, and his muddled mind briefly wondered how far the fight would escalate before one of them backed down.
The crunch of unsteady footsteps on gravel alerted him to his lover’s presence. Even in his intoxicated state, he knew Booker could take him, and preparing his mind for a beating, he lurched to his feet and raised his fists in readiness. “C’mon asshole, let’s finish this.”
But his false bravado was all for nothing. Booker stopped, his drunken gaze attempting to focus on Tom’s swaying body. “You okay?”
Tom stared at Booker’s bloody face for a moment before lowering his hands and giving a slight nod of his head. “Yeah. You?”
“I’ll live,” Booker muttered, his breathing sounding thick and stuffy through his damaged nose.
Remorse reddened Tom’s face. “I’m really sorry.”
“Yeah, me too.”
A shiver of déjà vu snaked down Tom’s spine. He had expressed an identical apology after their last fight, and Booker had echoed the exact same response. Someone had hit the repeat button, and he wondered how many more times they could utter the same worn-out phrases before they lost all meaning. For some inexplicable reason, they were trapped in a perpetual cycle of anger and regret without ever resolving their issues. The foundation of their relationship was a house of cards, built on passion, torn down by egos and rebuilt again using the same damaged substructure. Life with Booker was a tornado of emotion, and as much as he wanted him in his life, he doubted they would ever find the happy ever after fairytale ending they both craved. In fact, he was starting to doubt they would stay friends at all.
With the beginnings of a headache throbbing behind his eyes, Booker turned and stumbled up the steps. “I’m goin’ to bed.”
“Dennis!”
Booker stopped, his lips pursing into a sullen pout. “What?”
“Never mind,” Tom muttered, and lowering his gaze, he waited until he heard the slam of the door before following his lover inside.

To be continued…
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