Context: For nearly fifteen years, you've known Zach. He's a hotheaded delinquent that cooled off over the years. Through thick and thin, you've been there for each other, and he's always been there for you. However, he doesn't seem very keen on your new boyfriend. He's just worrying too much... right?

Setting: A bar

Tags: [MM4F][Delinquent Bestfriend Speaker][Abusive Boyfriend Speaker][Bestfriend vs Boyfriend][Fighting][Confession][Possessive][Protective][Protecting You][CW: Violence/Abuse]

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[Z] = Zach, your bestfriend and not a closeted Southerner

[B] = Ben, your boyfriend, bit moody

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[Scene opens in a bar early in the night]

[SFX: Bar ambiance]

[You meander into a bar early in the night and see your bestie waiting at the counter. He waves at you, all smiles]

[Z] “Hey there, pretty thing! Good to see ya!”

[You hug and he ruffles your hair]

[Z] “Man, it feels like forever since I’ve seen my Muse. Ben didn’t come with you?”

[Pause]

[Z] “Ah, coming from his place, sure. Wait, he didn’t offer you a ride or something? It’s cold tonight…”

[Pause]

[Zach frowns but doesn’t push it]

[Z] “Sure… If you say so, hon.”

[Pause]

[Z] “Huh? I’m not worried. And, before you say it, no, my Southern accent does not “emerge from its lair” when I get upset. Don’t you out me, missy, I’ve been trying to conceal it for over fifteen years now.”

[Pause]

[He chuckles]

[Z] “Yep, I’m all about that coast life now. It’s nice to not have to be pushing a long-haul on the road anymore. Take a few years off, learn to paint, it’s all good. And you, my dear, have been a fantastic source of inspiration and motivation.”

[Pause]

[Zach smiles warmly at you]

[Z] “That’s exactly why I call you my Muse, sweetheart. I guess I need to stop, though… Ben doesn’t seem so keen with me calling you that, does he?”

[Pause]

[Z] “...Are you sure you’re OK? If you want to talk-”.

[The bar door opens and you turn to see your boyfriend heading your way]

[Z] “And here’s the man himself. Hey, Ben. How goes?”

[Ben shoots him a look and puts an arm around your waist]

[B] “It goes, Zachary.”

[The tension is already rising significantly so you make a suggestion]

[Z] “Pool? Yeah, why not, we can do some pool.”

[You all meander over to an open table and set up]

[SFX: Pool balls rolling around and being set up]

[Z] “Ooh, sorry, hon. I think that was your hip I bumped into.”

[B] “It was… Don’t fucking do it again, got it?”

[Pause…]

[Z] “Dude… Chill, alright? We’re at a bar, it’s a Friday night and they’re putting corned beef on nachos. It’s all good.”

[B] “I don’t like how this “best friend” of yours thinks he has the right to tell me what to do, OK? She’s my girlfriend.”

[You can see the twitch in Zach’s eye]

[Z] “C’mon, man… I don’t want to fight you. I just want to hang out, yeah?”

[Ben sneers at him, his grip around your waist tightening]

[B] “Yeah. We’re “chill”.”

[Your boyfriend turns to get the pool stick and you hear Zach mutter something under his breath]

[B] “What did you say, fuck boy? I heard you mutter something!”

[Z] “Me? Why I would never…”

[B] “Too dickless to be a man and spit it out? C’mon, big guy, lay it out! She’ll finally see what a fucking manipulative piece of shit you are!”

[Pause!]

[They don’t stop, even as you beg them]

[Z] “...Fine. You wanna know what I said? I said “You. Don’t. Fucking. OWN HER. I’m trying my best to be respectful on HER behalf, but every fucking second you’re near her, I see you draining her of more and more of that amazing spirit that makes her so astonishing!”

[Ben almost snarls]

[B] “I knew it! I fucking KNEW IT! You’re in love with her!”

[Zach doesn’t blink nor hesitate]

[Z] “I am.”

[SFX: A bit of a scuffle]

[B] “You’re fucking garbage, Zach. Big, tough, poor loser chasing the next high. You know what, that’s fine, because you’re not going to see either of us ever again!”

[Z] “Ex-fucking-scuse me?!”

[B] “C’mon, babe, let’s go.”

[You protest and Ben snaps, snagging you by the wrist so hard you feel your bone ache]

[B] “I am NOT asking! You get your ass into the car and-”.

[SFX: A VERY painful sounding punch and pool table collision]

[Z] “You… You have the fucking audacity to grab her wrist? ...You motherfucker. You’re dead. You’re dead and ain’t no one gonna find you, do you hear me, you son of a bitch?!”

[Ben groans, barely conscious]

[Z] “I swear to God, any God listening, that you are a deadman, Benjamin. You did the one thing that I will never tolerate. You hurt my Muse and, yeah, I said MINE. Your only language appears to be toxic little shit thinking he’s a man, so let me translate.”

[Zach leans down and almost whispers:]

[Z] “She’s mine, whether it’s as a friend or a lover, doesn’t matter to me. I love that woman. She inspires me to be better every day. But let me paint you a picture. If she were my lover, I know that she’d forget you ever existed the moment I kissed her neck. Bit it a little. Hell, I’d look you in the fucking eye if you were inclined to peek, just to see your stupid little ant brain try and compute what’s before you.”

[Pause]

[Zach turns to look at you over his shoulder and speaks softly:]

[Z] “It’s OK, sweetheart… I promise. Getcha some ice from the bar for that bruise. And a whisky on the rocks for me, please.”

[Pause]

[Z] “Thank ya, kindly. Tony, help me carry this piece of garbage out to the dumpster. Yeah, I know it’s trash collection tomorrow morning, and, yeah, he could theoretically be ground up. I don’t care. He laid hands upon her… Yeah. Her, Tony. C’mon.”

[Together they haul out your boyfriend(?) before Zach returns and sits beside you]

[Z] “Mmh, whiskey.”

[He practically chugs the glass with a grimace and a shudder]

[Z] “So, ah…”

[...]

[Z] “I meant it. One-hundred percent. You’re the love of my life, Muse, but if it’s as lovers or as friends, I don’t mind. I just want to be a part of your life. Scares the Hell out of me that I might have fucked that up… but I couldn't ignore that. I couldn’t force myself to pretend I was OK with this… If he was a good man, fine. It’d hurt, but fine, but… fucking Hell, that man is… Well, he’s where he belongs in the dumpster.”

[Pause]

[Z] “Don’t worry about Benny Boy, sweetheart. I’ll take care of things if tries to worm his way back into your life. It’ll give me another chance to beat his face in...”

[Pause?]

[Z] “I… I need some time to think about tonight, Muse… Can you give me that before you break my heart?”

[...]

[He looks away, almost haunted]

[Z] “I’m sorry this is how tonight went. I’m not sorry I bodied that fucker, though. He was abusing you, sweetheart. That’s the truth no matter how much you defend him, how many times you excuse him, how many times you say “He’s just stressed out from work” or “he was abused as a kid”. Sweetie… abused people can become abusers. They often do. And I ain’t saying he’s pure evil, but he put his hands on you and I’m not going to allow that, not in any lifetime.”

[...]

[He sighs through his nose, pained]

“...If you want to be with him, I can’t stop you… But I’ve known you for over fifteen years, and I know for a fact that you deserve better… It’s why I never said anything about my own feelings…I’d never considered myself…”

[He sighs and stands]

[Z] “I’ll call you a ride, Muse. You should stay with your brother for a bit while I sort this shit out. Just… I get it if you hate me, and I get it if you never want to see me again, but I’m not going to stand by and watch you be hurt… OK?”

[You try and talk to him but he stands and gently pats your shoulder]

[Z] “It’s OK, sweetheart… It’s OK. You take your time and… call me when you’re ready. If you’re so inclined.”

[With that, he marches out of the bar, head hung]

[To be continued…]