Avi and Mitch Need Wedding Dates

Chapter 11

A/N: Sorry it's a short chapter :P

Avi barged through the front door ahead of Mitch.
     "Can you just calm the fuck down please?" Mitch staggered in behind him.
     "Why should I be calm when you can't 'not be a dick' for two minutes."
     Mitch's eyebrows shot up, "Excuse me?"
     "You were such a dick to Kirstin tonight. There was no need to be so rude," Avi scolded.
     "Oh boo-hoo, am I ruining your chances of getting in pants?" He mock pouted.
     Avi scoffed, "It's not always about that."
     "No I just-" Avi pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "I just don't have the energy or the patience to deal with you tonight." He left Mitch in the foyer by himself.
     "Buzzkill!" Mitch called after him then retreated to his own room. "The night is young," he pulled out his phone as he slumped onto his bed.
     'You free?' Was the message he sent.
     Austin replied, 'Yeah, what you have in mind?'
     'Whatever the fuck we want!'

...

Avi groaned as he rolled over, he'd forgotten to put his phone on sleep mode. Too loud, and it was an unknown number, he had half a mind not to answer, but he did.
     "Hello?" His voice was groggy.
     "Oh thank-fuck. I thought you weren't gonna pick up."
     "Mitch?"
     "Y-yeah," he hiccupped, clearly drunk. "So long story short, I need you to come and get me, like ASAP, and bring money, preferably lots."
     Avi frowned, maybe he was too sleepy and that was why he couldn't comprehend. "Where are you?"
    "I'd rather not say."
     "If you don't say, then how am I supposed to come and get you?" Avi asked, he was pissed off now, he just wanted to go back to sleep.
     "Okay fine, fine, fine-fine-fine... I'm at the police station."
     That woke Avi up, "Sorry, what the fuck?"
     "I need bail."
     "Mitch I don't have that kind of money!"
     "Figure it out, I'm out of time. Just not Dad, he'll fucking kill me."
     "Then who?" But it was too late, Avi had been cut off. Who the hell was he supposed to call?

...

Mitch was sat on a bench between two huge burly men; he'd learnt to keep silent by now. Big men like them did not appreciate you commenting on their outfits, especially not negatively or with constructive criticism. His hair was still sopping wet to prove that.
     It seemed like he was waiting an eternity, flicking toilet water hair from his face and trying not to gag lest the burly man knowing they'd won. But finally the police officer came calling for him.
     "Mitchell Grassi."
     He stood triumphantly and approached the bars.
     "Your bails been posted."
     "Of course," he smirked.
     "Don't get cocky, there's a very unimpressed woman waiting for you out there."
     "Woman?" Mitch frowned, "Who."
     "Without an answer the police officer lead Mitch back out the way they'd come in three hours ago.
     Mitch stopped dead in the doorway, "Nope," he went back into the hallway and the officer grabbed him. "Sir, I'd rather be locked up," he pulled against the officer's grip to no avail.
     Avi took a step forward, "I'm-"
     "Don't even, you traitor," Mitch's eyes narrowed.
     "What is wrong with you?" Esther asked, disappointment written on her face.
     Mitch didn't respond to Esther, his glare hardened on Avi.
     "In my defence," Avi started, "I didn't call her, I called Kevin," he gestured at the man behind Esther that Mitch hadn't even noticed.
     "Oh great, you're here too, wopdee-fucking-doo," Mitch was the first to leave the station and the others followed.
     Mitch didn't believe Avi for a second when he told him that Kevin and Esther had promised not to say anything to his Dad. Not fucking likely.

A/N: What do you think Mitch did to go to jail?

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Hannah.