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Long live the reckless and the brave

boo didn't have much time to really sit around and just think. and even if he did there wasn't really much to think about. but there was one common topic that he often found himself pondering. and that was how different his life would be if he'd never met atticus crosoe malloy. it just seemed like something to think about, so much of his life involved atticus. if you took that very vital person of of his life, that really only left his family. maybe he'd have gone off to some ivy league college getting a degree in who knows what. maybe he'd be engaged now, or maybe he'd be married. he couldn't imagine that, couldn't imagine being married. it was just so unlike him and his bachelor fuck anyone he wanted lifestyle. and college.. well maybe that wouldn't be so bad. beer, women, partying all night long, while still pulling off decent grades. it wasn't that it was a bad lifestyle, it was just that it wasn't his lifestyle. but really, in the end, he couldn't picture his life without the best friend that was really more like a brother. the two were inseparable and had been since the day they met. he had a best friend he could lean on when times got rough, and he'd do the same for atticus without a second thought. that was worth far more than a college degree and far more than a family who shunned him simply because he didn't fit into their image of what a perfect child should be like. this entire thought process would normally last him about. after which he'd decide that it was really a waste of an hour. maybe his life wasn't perfect and maybe sometimes they just barely managed to make ends meet. but he wouldn't have traded it for any other life in the world.

working at the bar rarely ever felt like he was actually working. more often then not it felt like doing what he enjoyed doing and then getting paid for it. also he worked with atticus, which again promoted the idea of fun and not work. occasionally, there would be night where he was working and atticus wasn't. tonight had just happened to be one of those nights. without the distraction of having atticus to talk to, he set his mind to finding someone to keep his bed warm at night. there were a couple groups in the bar. you had the regulars. there were two sub categories to this: those who hated him and those who would have clawed someones eyes out for the chance to sleep with him a second time. either way, he avoided them at all costs. too much entanglement. you had those that were on their way to becoming regulars and the new people. these were generally the ones he kept his eyes on. the soon-to-be regulars had all heard of his reputation. they either avoided him or wanted to know if it was true. and the newbs were clueless. no matter which group they fit into, he was used to having at least half of the women in the room looking at him at any given time. it was enough to inflate any mans ego. whenever he caught someone staring at him, boo would flash his best smile. normally the entire thing was enough to draw in at least a girl or two. and it had. there had been a girl or two that had come up to him. and they'd talked for about an hour or so. but each girl had found themselves leaving as they realized exactly what he was into. it had been a slow, rather uneventful shift. and from the looks of it, he would probably end up sleeping alone.

or well, mostly alone. the second he got to the apartment he shared with atticus, it didn't take long to figure out that his friend was home, and most definitely alone. he couldn't tell if atticus was listening to music or watching tv. it was probably about one in the morning. most people probably would have been yawning, but this was basically his day. he felt awake, more awake than he had before work. of course, there was alcohol in his blood. not enough to call him tipsy, but enough to have made any normal person a little drunk. nowadays, it took a lot to do that to him. more than he dared drink at work. honey, i'm home. he called out, not bothering to look for a response before heading towards the bathroom. it was one of the downfalls of working at a bar. you couldn't come home and not feel a little grubby. he'd long since given up trying to wash the smell of cigarette smoke out of his hair. he'd just stopped smelling it after awhile. he took a quick shower, or as quick as it could get. back in high school, when his parents had forced him to keep it short, he hadn't worried about washing it. but now it was a process. once his shower was fished, he changed into a pair of pajama bottoms, not bothering to put a shirt on. he never slept with it on and atticus didn't care, so there was no reason to put it on. after drying his hair, he headed to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of chips out of the pantry. it didn't take more then ten minutes to finish it off and throw it into the trash can. with his most basic needs satisfied, he headed over to the bedrooms. atticus appeared to be sitting in his bed. boo walked over to the bed and slid in next to him. sup

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It was really an uneventful night for Atticus. Instead of going to the bar for once in his life, he decided that the apartment's food and alcohol stash needed to be restocked. Of course, on his nights off he found much better things to do, or girls to do most times. Food though seemed way more important, being that Boo and himself ate at all hours, and their drinking habits weren't much better. Such was the life of a guy who manages a bar. Staying up til two or three in the morning, getting home and just sitting up, watching tv in his bed until he decided to pass out from exhaustion. It never really seemed to bother Atticus, he preferred the night hours, and early morning ones to those of the daylight hours. Those seemed to be the worst hours in the world for Atticus. He hated being up in the day time. Sure he lived in New York City, and most places were open just during the day. On the other hand though, Atti was perfectly happy finding the places open all hours of the day. Sometimes the more obscure the place, the better. Atticus had done some bad things in his life. One night stands, fights back in high school. Hell, bar fights were even included. He hoped to not really see any of those people who he had once crossed paths with in those ways. Today though, he couldn't sleep, god knows why he couldn't. He spent his day running around gathering the large amount of food that him and Boo always consumed.

As soon as he had gotten back to the apartment though, Boo had gone somewhere, not sure if he needed to do something before he had to go down to the bar. With nothing much to do, he decided to lay in his bed, binge-watching bad TV shows. Soon watching those tv shows turned into nap time. The five pm to ten pm naps always seemed to be the best for him. Sometimes though he shot up like he was late for work. Tonight was the night that he decided to sleep a little bit more. It would probably do him some good, bar hours sometimes killed him. Midnight rolled around, and he jolted awake. "Holy shit." His voice echoing in his empty room. Boo would be home soon, and here he was, half starved, and watching some stupid show that his netflix had decided to throw on. His nightmares always seemed to make him hungry, as much as he didn't want to admit to having nightmares at twenty four years old. It was almost always the same, he had read about what happened to him as a child. Before he was Atticus, before he had been raised in a loving home. All of those things, it was the worst kind of nightmare, Atticus never knew if those were his memories coming back to haunt him, or just what he had read about his past.

He sat up, pushing his hair out of his face after just laying in his bed staring at the ceiling listening to random nonsense that was uttered from his tv. Looking around for the shirt he had thrown haphazardly around his room. Shrugging it off when it seemed to be too far out of his reach. Half the time he didn't wear a shirt in the apartment anyways. Neither really seemed to care about seeing the other's chest. Kicking off his blankets, he heard the door open up. Hearing Boo call from the kitchen saying that he was home. They both had a routine to follow after shifts at the bar. Hearing Boo's footsteps as he went to the bathroom. Atticus decided to actually pay attention to the tv. Now that he was wide awake, he was sure that he'd see Boo in some amount of time. It wasn't too much longer until he did. Boo laid down on the bed beside him, Atticus did his best to hide the fact that he had been frightened out of his sleep. "Nothing, just watching tv. Guess nothing eventful happened at the bar tonight. I didn't get a phone call." Turning his head towards his friend with a smirk on his face. How awkward they would probably look to most people. Two grown men in a bed, shirtless, and both completely straight to boot.

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Long live the reckless and the brave

the story of atticus crusoe malloy was actually a fairly well known story, most people just didn't know that the face belonged to the name. see atticus's story wasn't told with the name atticus , but with the name trenton hendricks. he could still remember the day atticus had come home at told him the entire story, he could still see what a wreck atticus had been. it wasn't really like boo could blame him, not really. his scars had always been a sore subject and boo had punched more than a few guys who'd been asshole enough to make fun of those scars. neither of them had known where they had come from, but boo would have killed for his best friend. and the day the story of the scars came out, he'd been there for atticus. atticus-then-trenton had gotten them from his father. a tragic mishap, one he wished he could have been there for, maybe to have taken the brunt of the entire thing instead. he'd do that for atticus, in a heartbeat. in all reality, as much as he hated his family, he'd gotten off easy compared to his best friend. not that he'd ever say so to atticus's face. they'd never been the touchy feely, let's confess our deepest thoughts to each other kind of friends. that kind of stuff went unspoken, it had always proved to be better that way. they didn't have to tell each other just how much they needed each other. they didn't have to say that they would always be there for each other if ever the need arose. those were the kinds of things they showed with actions, that was enough for them. and boo wouldn't have changed a single thing about it. they were all the other ever needed.

now the apartment the two shared could have easily classified as a bachelor pad. it always seemed to be an odd combination of clean and messy. there would never really be a way to define the smell of the place. it smelled like home. like a freshly cooked atticus meal or just the general BO of two guys living together. not that boo really minded. he wouldn't have traded their little apartment for anything. it was only a block or so away from the bar, so the walk home was long enough to be sobering and short enough to be safe when one was exceptionally drunk. boo of course was neither of those things when he walked home, but he still appreciated the sentiment. the furniture in the home would never be an indication of just how much money the two had. the place was overall just very simple looking. and the nicest room in the house was the kitchen. which was always well stocked because let's face it, two full grown men who had sex a lot and slept strange hours just ate a lot of food. so half of the kitchen stored food and the other half stored everything atticus needed to cook them the meals that they ate on a daily basis. it was probably one of his favorite rooms in the house. magical things came out of the kitchen when atticus was in charge of feeding them. which was always. from the looks of the kitchen, everything had recently been restocked. there was more alcohol, more chips, and more candy. he hated to admit it but he was very partial to the candy. especially the sour patch kids. enough digging had revealed a fresh new bag. so of course he grabbed the bag before disappearing into the bedroom. and after some consideration, he grabbed a bag of chips.

as he finally entered the bedroom to see atticus, the first thing he did was throw the bag of chips at him. it was only after that that he slid into bed next to him. in a lot of ways, their closeness could be weird to most people. but they'd never cared. no, he didn't care that most people would look at him and atticus and think they were gay for each other, which couldn't be farther from the truth. neither of them liked sleeping alone, that was just how it worked. so sure, they could think it was weird all they wanted. most times it was his favorite way to end a lonely day. after all, atticus malloy was his best friend, and there was no where else they'd rather be. once he was settled into the bed, he turned to look at atticus. nah, there wasn't anyone impressive enough to bring home to the family. i figured we could use a little guy time. so whatcha watching? with that question answered, he could really take a look at atticus. it wasn't often that he couldn't predict atticus just based on his facial expression. they'd known each other for twenty years, there wasn't much that atticus could keep from him just like there wasn't a lot that that boo could keep for atticus. and he knew atticus well enough to know that there was something up. he looked spooked, almost like he'd seen a ghost or something. boo's eyes narrowed a little. so how're you doing mr. finch? he paused. and don't you dare lie to me. and he would know if atticus lied, just like he always knew. there were only a few things that could spook atticus like this. now it was just a matter of whether or not his best friend would lie to him. he popped a sour patch kid in his mouth as he awaited a response.

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