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Wallace was busy fixing himself an ice cold margarita. He was pouring it in his regular chalice.
Sure it was only three in the afternoon, but it was never too late to start drinking in his opinion.
Wallace took a sip of his margarita, savoring the icy sweetness as he glanced at the clock. "Three in the afternoon," he mused, "but who's keeping track? A little liquid therapy never hurt anyone."
He swirled the drink in his chalice, contemplating whether to add an extra splash of tequila just for the hell of it. "Scott better have a good reason for being late," Wallace muttered to himself, taking another sip and preparing for another potentially uneventful evening.
Earlier that day, Scott announced he was going on a date with his bitch of a girlfriend, Natalie..or Envy. Whatever she wanted to be called, it was hard to keep track of.
Wallace had always hated her. It wasn’t just because of his somewhat homoerotic relationship with his roommate. Yes, he was ‘jealous’ (even if he wouldn’t admit he was himself) but that wasn’t the only reason he hated her.
She had been treating Scott horribly and Wallace had to always pick up the broken pieces she left behind. He would never tell him how much he hated her but then again, he thought it was pretty obvious to everyone who wasn’t Scott.
Wallace grabbed his chalice and plopped down on his usual armchair with a sigh.
As Wallace settled into his armchair, contemplating the extra tequila, the door burst open, revealing Scott with a disheveled appearance and an unfortunate haircut that screamed "bad decisions."
As soon as he spotted Wallace, his eyes immediately filled with tears and his lip started trembling as he choked back a sob.
"Whoa, Scott, what happened?" Wallace set aside his chalice, concern etched on his face as he noticed the sobbing coming out of his roommates mouth.
Scott fell onto Wallace and laid on top of him and hugged him tightly, his shoulders shaking with suppressed emotions. "Envy... she broke up with me and she said it was because she wanted a better image. But I know it was because of my haircut, I’m so uglyyyy" he managed to utter between shaky breaths. He was whining and his tears were getting on Wallace’s nice sweater.
Wallace, though internally seething at the news, put on a comforting facade because he knew that getting mad wouldn’t help right now. "Hey, hey, it's gonna be okay." He awkwardly patted Scott's back, subtly cringing at how awkward he was acting right now. "And, uh, nice haircut, by the way. Really suits you."
Wallace tightened his embrace around Scott. "Scott, listen, it’s her loss. Your haircut is a masterpiece, and anyone who can't see that is blind," he said, a hint of a genuine smile appearing.
Scott looked up, his tear-streaked face puzzled. "Really? You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"
Wallace chuckled, ruffling Scott's hair affectionately. "I may not be a fan of the cut, but you know what? It's unique, just like you. And I know someone out there is going to love every messy strand of it."
Scott managed a small laugh, appreciating the attempt at comfort. Wallace always had a way of making him feel better.
Wallace rubbed little circles on Scott’s back as he continued to cling onto him. “In fact, you look the same way you always do, hot.”
Scott lightly smacked Wallace’s shoulder and laughed. “Stoppppp,” he whined as he tried to hide the smile in his voice by hiding his face in Wallace’s sweater.
Wallace grinned, relishing the playful banter. "I'm serious, guy. Your charm is timeless, and that haircut is just a blip on the radar of your overall awesomeness."
Scott finally lifted his face from Wallace's sweater, a genuine smile breaking through his tears. "You know, you’re sweet when you want to be, Wallace. Thanks for being here for me."
"Always, for you," Wallace said, a warmth in his eyes as he looked at Scott. "Now, how about we get you out of this disastrous date mood? I've got just the thing , and I can’t believe I’m saying this but, how about I put on some Sonic for us?"
Scott’s eyes lit up and he wiped his tear stained cheeks. “Really? The 1990’s one? I thought you hated that one!”
“I do but you look like you need it right now,” Wallace sighed and handed Scott the remote with a smirk.
Scott gave him a toothy grin and sat up a bit and readjusted himself. “You’re the best, Wallace!”
He hated this show but he supposes he could handle it for a few hours if it means he’ll get his happy roommate back.