Party Time| Agent Torres Short Story
It was late in the afternoon. The sun was setting, the street lights began to shine through out Los Angeles.
Most of everyone were ready to go home and live their lives. Agent Torres was in his office writing down a few notes for a case him and his partner have been working on. It’s never a pleasant thing to do, especially with his partner Agent Cooper. Torres and Cooper aren’t exactly friends nor do they get along pretty well. Torres tries his best to be nice towards Cooper. But sometimes it doesn’t work out. They’ve known each other for the longest time. Torres knows him better than anyone else, usually because Cooper somewhat opens up to him. He never really talks about his childhood. All he says was “His father was a dick.” Torres didn’t question him any further.
Torres had finished with the notes and basically organized his things. He heard footsteps coming closer to his office. He recognized those footsteps but he decided to just not acknowledge them.
“Ah! Torres there ya are!”
That voice….. It just made Torres cringe a bit…. He took a quick glance at his partner, Agent Cooper.
“Shouldn’t you be heading home by now? It’s already past 6….” Torres said as he rolled his eyes.
“Well I was heading out until I remembered to tell you something” Cooper said with a chuckle.
Torres decided to finally look at him. Cooper was an average height. His hair was weirdly parted to the side and his eyes always looked angry.
“What is it this time???.” Torres signed.
“Well,” He began “I was wondering if you wanted to come to a party down at Beverly Hills with me.”
Torres’ not the type of person who goes out and party. He gets really anxious whenever a place gets really crowded or really loud. So he just stays at home and does his own things.
“Alright fine…. I’ll go for a little while” Torres said with a deep sigh.
Cooper looked at him with a smirk that most douchebags give.
“I’ll pick you up at 7:30, you better be looking pretty,” He said as he walked out of Torres’ office.
Torres rolled his eyes. He grabbed his belongings and headed out through the glass doors.
It was pretty windy outside. Torres walked up his car. He owned a pretty good car. It was black and somewhat clean but it ran like a dream. He unlocked his car and headed inside. He sat there for a good 5 seconds. Torres turned on the engine and drove off.
He laid on his bed letting out a loud breath. Torres stared at his ceiling and started thinking if he actually wanted to go to the damn party. He searched in his closet, hoping to find a somewhat decent outfit to wear. He’s never been the type of guy to impress anyone other than his boss. Once he finally found something to wear, he ironed his clothes and put them on. He sprayed some cologne and fixed his hair.
“Hope this looks fine at the party,” he said to himself.
He sat at his couch and took a glance at his wrist watch. 6:57…. It read. Torres rested his head on his hand and decided to go on his social media.
“Eh…. Nothing new….” He said.
He heard a vehicle pull up near his house. Torres looked out his window and saw a familiar car. Cooper owned a really nice car. Everything seemed to be in place and the paint looked hella fresh.
“Agent Torres! Get your ass out here!” He yelled as he honked his car.
Torres let out a deep sigh. He grabbed his jacket and headed out. He walked up to his partner’s car and stood there as Cooper rolled down the window. Cooper whistled at him as if Torres was some weird girl hooker off the streets.
“Wow Ryan!” He chuckled, “You really did it this time.”
“Oh shut it! It’s nothing special….” Torres said sounding very annoyed.
Cooper just chuckled and watched him get inside his ride. Torres put on his seatbelt and just looked out the window.
They pulled up near a very strange looking house. It was two stories and was in pretty good condition. Cooper stared at Torres for what felt like forever.
“Are you going to be okay Torres??” He asked trying not to sound sarcastic.
Torres rolled his eyes and stepped out of his partner’s car. Cooper followed Torres to the house. Once they were inside of the house, Torres already started feeling anxious. There were a group of people dancing, another group drinking, a couple of people making out in a corner. People everywhere…..
“Hey Cooper!” A man shouted in the distance. “Nice to see you man, who’s this lovely gentleman you got here??”
Cooper placed his armed around Torres and pulled him closer.
“This is my boyfriend, Ryan Torres….. We work for the FBI,” Cooper said with a chuckle.
“We’re not…. Dating at all…. He just gets really excited when we both do something that I clearly don’t want to do…..” Torres said making it obvious that he’s annoyed.
“Chill out Torres, Just messin’ with ya,” Cooper said with a chuckle.
Torres walked away from the conversation and was heading out near the balcony until he heard a loud pop that almost sounded like a gun shot. Torres froze, he saw everything around him in slow motion. His heart began to pound really fast and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He heard muffled yelling coming from behind him.
Cooper ran up to him and shook him trying to get him to react.
“Dude! Are you okay?? Your skin turned so pale,” He said sounding worried.
Torres took a deep breath and started to feel like himself again.
“I’m fine Cooper…. I’m heading out,” He said as he smacked Cooper’s hands off him.
Torres stood at the balcony, watching the beautiful view of the city. He heard footsteps approaching him.
“Hey! Torres, Thought you might be a wee bit thirsty so I brought you a drink.” Cooper said with a chuckle.
He decided not to respond nor look at his drunk partner. Everytime they would both go out to “celebrate” Cooper would go ahead and drink as much as he could until he passed out on the ground. He was a real party animal that everyone hated.
“What happened back there Torres? You just kinda…. Froze there for a second…. And you turned so pale…..” Cooper said.
“I rather not speak of it Jordan….” He said sounding a bit harsh.
“Eh well… We’re all friends here… You can tell me anything….” Cooper said while giggling.
“You’re not my friend…. You’ll never be my friend Jordan…. Simple as that.” Torres said sounding angry.
Cooper stood there looking like a lost puppy.
“Ah c'mon Torres don’t be like that…. It ain’t my fault that you can’t handle going to parties… You always… Chicken out,” He said sounding frustrated.
“I have social anxiety! Jordan…. Maybe if you weren’t such a huge douchebag…. You would of understand…..” Torres yelled.
It went silent for what felt like forever. Then Torres broke the silence.
“I’m going home…. You can stay here and do whatever the fuck you want….” He said.
“Look man I’m sorry I didn’t mean t-”
“It don’t matter Jordan… Just… Forget about it okay??” Torres cut him off.
Torres walked away from his drunk partner. He didn’t look back at him. Cooper’s hands turned into fists. He felt his blood boil through his veins. He slammed his fists against the railing multiple times.
“God dammit! You stupid son of a bitch!” He yelled. “You just had to screw everything up didn’t ya!?”
He began to sob.
Torres sat in the back seat of the taxi in complete silence. He just couldn’t stop thinking about his partner. He did say some pretty harsh things to Cooper. He just hopes that he knows that he didn’t mean those things. Just the look Cooper got when Torres was having an anxiety attack. He was hella worried. Although he may seem like a cold hearted douchebag, he does care about him. He may not show it as much but deep down Torres knows that he does. A warm tear ran down Torres’ face. He quickly wiped it away with his sleeve of his jacket.
Once he got home, he sat down at his couch and took out his phone. He was debating whether he should text Cooper to make sure he’s okay or to just not do it….. Torres decided to just let it rest until they both figure out something.
He laid on his back and rested his arm against he eyes.
He waited for the next day to kick in…..