Fic: RunAway - XVIII. Meeting
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Chapter Title: Meeting
Chapter Summary: Hans and Viggo connect
Dom spent the evening at a pub, like most nights. Hans wasn’t home at the moment, and Dom had told him to meet him at the pub. The bartender knew Dom well by now, and consequentially cut Dom off when he fell off his barstool.
“C’mon, mate, gimme a beer,” Dom slurred from the floor, where the bartender was trying to help him up.
“It’s time to go home, Nick. Is Hans going to come get you?”
“Dunno if he cares. Viggo would, though. He’d come get me. Where is he?”
“I don’t know any Viggos around here,” the man replied tiredly. A drunken Dom wore him out.
“I’ll call him. He’ll get me,” Dom mumbled, fumbling with his mobile.
Hans spotted Dom as soon as he entered the pub and slid his hand around Dom’s waist, keeping him vertical.
“Who’re you calling, Nick?” Hans asked brightly.
“Viggo. To come and get me. ‘Cause you’re not here yet,” Dom said in English. Hans took a moment to translate, then shook his head.
“Let’s get a cab, eh Nicky?” Hans steered Dom outside and propped him up against a wall. Dom was still trying to dial Viggo’s number. Suddenly, he let out a triumphant cry and held the phone to his ear.
“Can you come get me? I’m drunk and Hans isn’t here yet,” Dom said, again in English.
“Dom? Are you alright?” Viggo pressed the phone hard to his ear in an effort to make out the background noises.
“Hans, I don’t need a cab, Viggo’s gonna come get me.” Dom slid down the wall and fell onto his side. “Ow.”
Hans picked up the dropped mobile. “Hello? Is this Viggo?” he asked slowly in English.
“Yes. Is Dominic okay? Who is this?”
“He’s drunk. I’m about to bring him home.”
“Good. Make sure he drinks some water, he’ll feel better tomorrow. Hans, right?”
“Yes.”
“Where are you?”
“A pub a few blocks away from our flat.”
“Germany?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you. Take care of him, yeah?”
“I will. Ah, here is a taxi. Nice to meet you, Viggo,” Hans rung off, waving at the cab.
“Nice to meet you too, Hans,” Viggo said softly to the dial tone.
Hans dragged Dom upstairs and dumped him onto their bed. Dom hadn’t changed his clothes or taken a shower in three days and his breath smelled strongly of stale alcohol.
“What are you doing to yourself, Nick?”
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