if the bottle won't kill you - desmond, charlie, eloise
Title: if the bottle won't kill you
Character(s)/Pairing(s): desmond, charlie, eloise
Rating/Word Count: pg, 108
Spoilers/Warnings: none
Summary: He drinks. Like a fish oh isn't that ironic
A/N: Written for lost_in_108 prompt, liquor. Also, written for the sacred_20 prompt, redemption
He drinks. Like a fish oh isn't that ironic.
Desmond stares at the fresh tape against his knuckles - They spell late. Late for what? Desmond asks, attempting humor. Charlie doesn’t have an answer. He merely shrugs before he pours himself another shot. The bartender left the bottle.
Charlie passes out in the backseat of Desmond’s car. Desmond rests his forehead on the steering wheel. Eloise is in the passenger seat, watching his grief with morbid curiosity.
I can’t seem to save him.
Eloise tilts her head to the side and frowns. He was killing himself long before you watched him die.
Who knows who they’re talking about anymore.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): desmond, charlie, eloise
Rating/Word Count: pg, 108
Spoilers/Warnings: none
Summary: He drinks. Like a fish oh isn't that ironic
A/N: Written for lost_in_108 prompt, liquor. Also, written for the sacred_20 prompt, redemption
He drinks. Like a fish oh isn't that ironic.
Desmond stares at the fresh tape against his knuckles - They spell late. Late for what? Desmond asks, attempting humor. Charlie doesn’t have an answer. He merely shrugs before he pours himself another shot. The bartender left the bottle.
Charlie passes out in the backseat of Desmond’s car. Desmond rests his forehead on the steering wheel. Eloise is in the passenger seat, watching his grief with morbid curiosity.
I can’t seem to save him.
Eloise tilts her head to the side and frowns. He was killing himself long before you watched him die.
Who knows who they’re talking about anymore.