Status: In progress

Triage

I - In The Beginning

The three of them had maintained a friendship for longer than it took to swim the English channel. They had met in fashion school. And probably the most unique part of their little triage was, none of the males and females had ever seen each other sexually, though they'd come to realize their true orientations within months of each other. That's likely what had kept their bond in such a timeless state, despite their differences. Charlie and Jamie were bisexual, though their female friend, Addy was a lesbian. They all became flat mates in the region of Hampshire, upon graduating. They had no idea what they were going to do with their newly obtained degrees, or how they were going to continue to pay the rent, even after downsizing to just the spare room across from the kitchen.

Addy entertained the idea of purchasing an over locker off eBay, as well as jersey fabric in a vast array of colors, with which to make shirts. The boys thought this was absolute bullocks, however, as Addy's idea of over locking consisted of accidentally attaching one side of the sleeve to the back of the garment and acting as though it hadn't been a mistake at all! They doubted the public was ready for such groundbreaking a trend. Plus, the cheapest over locker she had found was on Gumtree, and it required the buyer to pick it up. Well, they had no car. Jamie had come from a family of eight, so he had no trouble getting the odd position in childcare here and there, but it was still only enough to barely pay for rent and food.

Charlie had his head in the clouds, as well... He had his mind set on working for the House Of Chanel, as Karl Lagerfeld's personal assistant. Jamie often teased him about how perverted he was for chasing after a man so much older. Although usually quite sensitive, Charlie jousted with him acknowledgingly, insisting Jamie was and always would be the only man he'd be interested in chasing after.  There was some suspicion as to whether Charlie was teasing at all. But, with the amount of homosexual fog floating around that they had, even if he weren't, everyone simply shrugged it off, the same as if they'd just used up a last roll of bathroom tissue.

If Addy couldn't have an over locker, she wanted a baby, and if nobody could give her that, she'd happily settle for  the landlord's wife! Addy had had it the roughest of them all, before traveling overseas to study fashion. She had endured the loss of a child to the system, and countless women who had taken advantage of her apparent naive-like state. She was starting to believe happiness didn't actually exist, and if it did, it was fleeting and could only be found in the arms of another woman, or at the end of a bottle of flavored water!

Though normally they had become well known to their landlords for their clean way of living, one night they decided they needed a break from all their struggles. Their landlords had been on a weekend excursion forty-five minutes away, so they took this opportunity to break into their liquor cabinet. After originally searching for the key to no avail , Addy suggested using a bobby pin. It had worked on her Mom's door, whenever she didn't agree with the boundary setting back home... Charlie advised against it, as where would they live, should the landlord become aware of such debauchery and turn against them. Jamie reminded him of how they'd been offered wine to settle in upon their arrival. And Addy just figured Charlie was afraid to touch the stuff, due to it's ability to act as a truth serum! Things had already gotten a little more real between the two men, after Jamie's recent break up with his girlfriend of two years...

To Addy, it seemed like Jamie knew exactly how Charlie felt about him, but was just waiting for him to come out with it. Though he had almost got too comfortable in the confidence that it was one of those things that would never materialize. Charlie was just far too much an introvert in the field of initiation. Perhaps Addy just had some sort of strange perversion in this regard, too...