GAYS ARE IMMORTAL_PART 1

"HALE! Why didn't you put the toilet seat down?!" That was definitely Mischa. Hale's first wife. Oh yes, first - out of five. FIVE. Hale was a hell of a whore. He was more than a whore. Proof, he was also a gay man. No. Not happy. But by the look of it, he was happier than happy because he was a bisexual. Because not only that he had five bitches going about in the mansion, he also had a husband. Nathaleo Damien Hawthorne had definitely wrapped him around his finger. Hale even dared to admit that he loved Nate more than he loved his five wives. Both Hale and Nate were always intimate with each other that sometimes he even forgot that his wives were living under the same roof. But that was never the problem. For all they cared - each and every one of them enjoyed sleeping with other people behind each other's backs. It was one hell of a fucked up family... Or whatever you call it.

Definitely not one of his best days. Hale had just came home from wherever - gawd knows where and just when he was about to throw himself onto the couch, he was loudly greeted by a very irritating voice. To make it worse, Mischa came up to him, hands on her waist, that deep frown drawn on her face. Hale sighed loudly and walked up to her - forcing himself to give the woman a kiss. But she turned abruptly, pointing towards the toilet that was located at a near distance from where they were standing. "Why didn't you put the toilet seat down?! How many times do I need to tell..."

"Come on, Mischa! You know I always put the toilet seat down! Why don't you ask Nate?! He's one of the people with dicks in this house!"

Mischa's frown deepened when she heard him. She had definitely pissed him off - again. But, really. Nobody in the house bothered to be careful not to hurt anybody. Why the fuck care when every each one of them were with at least two different partners who they bring home to sleep for the night? Obviously, she had one. Maybe two. Maybe more than five. But then again, why bother. The only thing that she couldn't actually understand was the fact that they were all cheating yet they were all married with one another. It was just unfortunate they couldn't go public with those relationships since Facebook had only one spot for that spouse relationship list.

Just when Mischa was about to scream at Hale's face again, he turned and called out for Nate. "Nate! Why didn't you put the toilet seat down?!"

This was just shit. Definitely shit. He had enough of the family and the last thing he wanted to hear was Mischa, fussing about the damn toilet seat - again! Sooner or later, he would seriously kill that bitch. Closing his book, he threw it onto his bed and walked out of the room to confront the happy family. "Nate! Why didn't you..." Mischa was just about to repeat the same sentence when Nate cut him off.

"It's just a fucking toilet seat! Why do you care so much?!" Nate was definitely not amused. Strike two today - Mischa couldn't feel more accomplished.
"It's just a fuckin'... Hey! Just so you know, I do not enjoy slipping into the toilet bowl whenever I'm using it!" Mischa shot back at Nate - equally as pissed as him but she was leaning more onto the satisfaction of having them both pissed at the same time. Nate let out a small laugh - Hale and Mischa looked at him and thought that he must had gone insane.

"There's these thing called eyes. Learn to use it before you get your ass down into the fuckin' bowl, bitch."

Unexpectedly, Hale pushed Nate hard that he almost fell onto the glass table behind him. Nate balanced himself before glancing back at Hale, a deep frown creased between his brows. Mischa's eyes widened and she took that sudden silent moment to step back and thought of a plan to escape from the whole situation. Hale walked up closer to Nate, staring sharply at him.

"Don't you dare talk to her like that..."

That was also unexpected. Nate's frown deepened that it threatened to split his face. 'Just great' , he thought. He absolutely had no idea what was going on now. Just when he thought that Hale was going to take his side like he had always did. For some reason, he didn't see that was going to happen anytime soon. Mood swings or just - or maybe Hale finally had had enough of him?

"Excuse me?" Nate just couldn't help but to ask. He was confused than ever. This rarely happened. Hell. It had never happened before. He never thought it was going to happen since they both had always been on the same page in almost everything. Could it be that he was suddenly mad about him raising his voice at his wife - the wife that he called bitch which is another word for sweetheart in his vocabulary? The wife that he'd promised to kill and bury her as a gift for his birthday... Now he was actually trying to defend her?

"You heard me, Nathaleo. Don't you ever speak to my wife like that."

"Oh my gawd.. - are you serious? Are you possessed, Hale?! Are you fucking kidding me right now? You are actually defending that bitch of yours? Of all time, you've finally decided to do so right now? Now?"

Hale stayed silent as he stood there like a statue - his eyes still sharp on him. "Are you telling me I'm not allowed to defend my own wife?"

"No I never mean it that way! But seriously, are you seriously... seriously going to argue with me because of some stupid toilet seat and because I raised my voice at her..."

"I fucking had enough of you, Nate! Bear in mind, you're living under my roof! Our roof, mine and Mischa's!"

The moment he said that, Nate turned around abruptly, making his way straight to the front door. He took his leather jacket from the coat stand and grabbed his car keys from the small table. He seriously had enough of him. He turned onto the door knob and was just about to exit the house when he heard Hale calling for him. But he decided to keep the wall between them until he was drunk enough to forgive and forget. He got into his black Porsche and ignited the engine.  

Destination - Zeus Club.

END OF PART ONE