Home sweet home

[bachjones]

 In the end it had been quicker to get a room mate to get the place over Apples and Eve. The girl was a silly high school student that wanted to experience living on her own before leaving town or something, blabalbla. Nancy was only there like three days a week, but cleaned the living room (her bedroom) and the bathroom better than Bach would or could. 

The important thing was that he had a place of his own. Now he didn't have to hang around the school or the play yard any more to see Isaac, didn't have to come up with all kinds of spots he could bring his own son to. He had a place now. Bed, kitchen, couch, television, everything. Alfred liked it as well, and Bach even got the cat a little pillow of his own. Is Essie didn't approve, she would have to take her rich people goggles off and try again. 

Heck, the place even smelled better than his last one, living over a café. So he had left a few texts with Essie, letting her know that she could come visit for approval any night except for Thursdays (his show nights) and Saturdays (his ho nights). That she was welcome to come for dinner if she'd bring food or would be okay with pasta salad, and that Dan was welcome as well. All very considerate and grown up, right?

"Stairs are at the back of the building", he added last minute. 

 

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[bachjones]

"Are you drunk? No need to be ashamed about that." The small, always wrong part of him insisted that this was an invitation, but Bach ignored it. He always got sex related things wrong with Essie. Or even bed related ones.

"I don't think I said something wrong.." Bach pushed his plate aside, grabbed the bowl from her. "Maybe you've had enough? If that's a decision I'm allowed to make for you. I don't want to clean up barf."

[wakingwakewood]

"I'm not drunk, Bach, just... didn't think tonight was gonna end with you inviting me to bed." Which was probably dead-last on the list of things she thought would happen. Even in a non-sexual way, it had just thrown her. Why? She really couldn't say. Crazier, she wasn't sure what she'd say if he actually hit on her right now. She'd been so focused on Isaac and her job and keeping hers and Bach's family at bay she hadn't had a chance for anything else. Hell, she hadn't even gone out since taking in Isaac, she was practically a nun these days and that wasn't really normal for her.

Did she still want him? Even if she did, she knew it was probably a bad idea. Actually a Bad Idea, capital letters and all.

[bachjones]

"I didn'-"

The small, always wrong part of him pushed towards taking her words and turning them into his favor, because that was pretty much a written invitation Essie just gave, hadn't she?

"Want me to bring you home?" There, he could be the adult, sensible one. Bach was stupid proud about how the night had gone, how pleased Isaac would be to know they talked and didn't do anything else (like, fight, not that he would let anything else be picked up by the kid), and he wasn't going to fuck up now. "With the car, I mean. Or walk, if you don't trust my driving. Although you've never sat in a car with me before." Only other things.

"But my place is Isaac-proof, right? That was what this night was about. Mostly."