"Shit!" He narrowly avoided getting hit in the face with his own shoe! But it was just enough of a distraction to allow Pete to get the door shut. Cradling his clothes in one arm, Vegas pounded on the door.
Pete locked the door in response and then sank down onto the floor to lean against it. Wrapping his arms around his legs, he cried silently, refusing to say another word to the man on the other side. He could hear and feel him pounding away but he wouldn't open it.
He had to stand by this. He had... He had to make it clear that this wasn't something that a simple sorry could fix.
The pounding and pleading continued on for solid minutes, growing weaker and weaker as the realization that Pete wasn't going to let him back in settled in. Which was totally fair after what Vegas just did to him. Did Vegas have to like it? Absolutely not.
Finally, he put his clothes on since sitting naked in the hallway was no way to be. Kinn could probably put him up in a room here, but... Pete didn't want him around. He had clothes and food at the loft so he could stay there and sulk over what a magnificent fuck up he'd made.
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Vegas didn't care that he was completely naked in the hall. He didn't plan on staying out there. No, he turned around to try to get back in.
"Pete, I'm sorry!"
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"Get the fuck out!"
With that, he slammed the door before he could get back in.
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"Pete, c'mon!"
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He had to stand by this. He had... He had to make it clear that this wasn't something that a simple sorry could fix.
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Finally, he put his clothes on since sitting naked in the hallway was no way to be. Kinn could probably put him up in a room here, but... Pete didn't want him around. He had clothes and food at the loft so he could stay there and sulk over what a magnificent fuck up he'd made.