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Joey's body went reigid for a moment as he stopped to stare at Kei. "I didn't have sex with him." He said, his voice surprisingly clear. Of course, for all Joey knew, he could have had sex with him. He didn't think so, though. His a** didn't hurt. "Who are you talkin about anyway? What stranger? I dun remember anyone..." As he said it, his memory was piecing together a little. The man, Kei's desk, his voice... Joey shook his head, trying to force out the jumbled thoughts. It was all too fuzzy to make sense of.

Kin got up a couple of hours latewr and looked around the room, rubbing the back of his head. He got up off the bed, and walked over to the window and looked out. It was kind of dead outside, not a lot of people were out.

"I wish I could go out and do something..."

He walked away from the window, and sat back down on the bed. He wondered if that guy was ever going to call, or that they just didn't care what happened.

(( Sorry I've been gone so long. Didn't expect to be absent for such an amount of time ))

Beau, in nervous situations, resorted to a nervous quirk that completely disrupted any form of macho facade he had built up.

He giggled.

To cover it up, he ran his hand through his hair. He was amazed it wasn't falling out with the amount of times it had been swept back or spiked up. He glanced away, trying to subdue the laughter. Already, he was backing up.

He looked back up, tripping over one of the stairs. "You know, I think I'll take a raincheck." He replied. He would never explain the reason for his anxiety around other males. Despite his attraction with any number of them, something personal was always holding him back from pursuing anything more.

Joey shook his head, feeling as though he was missing something important. "No... I don't remember any of that." He said quietly. All he remembered was waking up in the bathroom, the junction of his neck and shoulder aching. He didn't even remember going into work that morning. This stranger that Kei mentioned...was he the one behind this? But, why? "Kei..." Joey asked, worry working the alcohol out of his system a little faster than usual. "Did you notice anything unusual today? Anything at all?"

"Well..." Kei stopped to think about it. "My hair was a little flatter than usual, Officer Lowell looked particularly ugly, I was actually one of the first people there....that was all pretty weird. And then Beau came to visit, that stranger came in, you disappeared all day, my boss came in late, we ran out of coffee in the break room, and I was one of the last people to leave. Everything was kind of off about today, I guess."

Beau watched as the male turned, leaving him behind. His departing words were true. No one seemed to comprehend his undying obsession with this assassin. To be honest, he didn't quite understand it himself.

The main reason he could think of was because this killer was different. The idea of making his victims suffocate on their own blood from a rose shoved down their throats....true genius and creativity. It was original and few could lay claim to that fact about their imaginations.

Taking a deep breath, pushing aside the warning alarms flaring inside his head....he turned and ran after the male.

"Hey, wait up!" He called as he jogged closer, slowing to a stop to walk beside him.

He nodded in anxiety, keeping his gaze down and his hands shoved in his pockets.

"A beer." He blurted out, anything to calm his nerves at this moment. When was the last time he'd been with another man? He honestly could not remember.This Bloody Rose obsession had always seemed more important.

He glanced up and his eyes widened in awe at the large building, so much bigger than his own home.

"Definitely a beer." He whispered under his breath before moving his gaze to the man beside him.

"Beau." He answered simply. "And you?" He asked in return, realizing that he hadn't received a name either.

He chuckled a little at the saying, not really ever hearing it before. He would have to keep that one in mind. The evasive answer involving his name made Beau a little doubtful about going home with a stranger, but the extravagant wording and the flirtatious compliment only made him blush and look away, those previous doubts forgotten.

"No, no. That's okay." He couldn't ever remember having anyone tell him he was beautiful. Born into a family where emotions were never good to share, related to people who would rather die than reveal their feelings....it was hard.

"Let's go." he prompted, desperate to get out of that awkward moment.