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Baby you are fireworks
Jan. 1st, 2015 04:21 pm Fifty dollars were kind of a lot of money if you didn't know when you were getting the next amount of bills. It was especially a lot of money if you had to feed a kid and a cat and keep them comfortable and healthy. Bach was glad that Isaac at least didn't need diapers any more, because those were way too expensive to be right.
So he hadn't really felt like going to this thing, except for the part that saw it as free food, free booze, free sex (Bach hadn't had sex since he had found his mother a month ago. His body felt numb).
But there was Isaac. Isaac that Bach was going to work for, to have a normal, happy life. Bach had only always performed or slept at NYE, but this was something parents did, didn't they? Take them to innocent party-like things?
In the end, Alfred had cried more about being left behind than Isaac had shown any enthusiasm. He had allowed Bach to help him into his new dark jeans and black and white striped shirt, all the while keeping his eyes on his father. Bach had tried to explain about party's and fireworks and seeing Alfie again, giving up when Isaac started humming Alfie's song.
And now they were here. Bach in the suit Grant had some day gotten him for some reason (now there was someone he kinda missed as well, where was Grant?), and his kid looking pretty sharp as well for as long as it lasted. And hey, he even had a <i>car</i> to drive them home later. Bach was cleaning up.
