With Cassius
The smoke rose through the dim lighting of the bar, Lysander looked over to Cassius who sat across from him passing him his order of tequilla, straight, no ice.

Cassius brushed his gold hair over his shoulder and smiled at Lysander who smoothly lit a cigarette.

"How's rehersals going?"

"Oh, just peachy!" Cassius said blithly sipping his daquire. "Most people can't even believe I'm gay!"

At that Lysander had to laugh, the sort of laugh that he tries to control before looking up and smiling brightly.

"Damn Casey, they didn't know?"

"Nah, I was quite surprised too! So...Anyways," Cassius takes another sip. "What's up with you and Jessica?" Cassius leaned over the table, watching Lysander blow a stream of smoke to the side as he ran a hand through his hair, he shrugged.

"She wants a divorce, God only knows why..." he gives Cassius a hopeless look and sips the tequilla, grimacing at it's burn. Cassius's eyes go wide at that and he isn't exactly sure what to say. For as long as he knew it had always been Lysander and Jessica and who ever they were seeing on the side.

"Why?" he asked tilting his head to the side. Lysander shrugged. "Hell if I know, dammit, she's always going on about me bettering myself, Cassius, I can't afford college, and damn, no one wants a classical composer and I'd apply for a seat at the Hollywood Symphony but again I don't have that education and I can't afford to leave work to take the classes and leave my son with Abuela. I just can't,"

Cassius nods. "Sounds like you're up shit creek without a paddle."

"Damn straight,"

"So what'd you say?" Cassius plucks a cigarette from the sliver tin Lysander carries and lights it smoothly with the sliver zippo. Lysander smiles sheepishly through his tumbler.

"I said whatever, draw the papers up and I'll sign them, she can have Diana," Lysander hung his head, shoulders slumping and clearly distressed.

"Fuck, is she that bad?"

Lysander reached for his sunglasses, nodding through the the armani lense. "Yes, she is, and she doesn't want a thing to do with me,"

"Sorry,"

"Not as much as I,"

They sit in silence for a few tense moments.

"How's Robert?" Lysander askes and tries to hide the hurt in his eyes. Cassius smiles warmly to himself, his cheeks aglow with a fresh flush and innocent in his happiness. He looks up to Lysander from underneath long and golden eyelashes.

"Well..." the blush creeps down his neck and over his face. "I think I love him," Lysander nods through his thrid heartbreak with Cassius, but smiles with his friend's happiness.

"I think he's great," He says, holding Casey's hand. They sit through the rest of their drinks, neither man mentioning Lysander's broken heart.