[mw] Weariness
[Set in breakcityheart after THIS. Lara is youknow_that.]
Ever since he and Ephram had ended things, he started hanging out at another bar on the other side of town.
It made the most sense. A clean break, away from each other, where-especially on nights like tonight-he could be out and away without worrying about running into Ephram or anyone else for that matter. Because then he didn’t have to deal with the disapproving looks or the complicated conversations as he proceeded to work his way through glass after glass of scotch and not bothered to count. Because Christ, what Serena told him was what she told him, it was the last goddamn thing he needed to hear.
He swallowed the rest of his alcohol before picking up his phone and dialing. He let it ring in his ear for a moment before his best friend picked up, out of breath as though she was running for the phone. “Hello?”
“Guess what? I’m getting married.” There was a long silence on the other end of the line, almost to the point where he thought the call might have dropped. “Lara?”
“Are you drunk?”
“ … A little?”
“How many drinks have you had?”
He turned and reached for the bottle, tilting it so that he could look at it. “About half a bottle.”
“Alright. I’m coming to get you. Don’t move and you can tell me about this supposed wedding of yours.” There was a lot of rustling on the other end of the line, and Garrett sighed as he rested his head against the bar.
“I’m sorry I interrupted your sex.”
“Okay, you’re really drunk. Don’t go anywhere.”
“Mmmkay,” he replied, hanging up the phone and waiting for Lara to arrive.
***
An hour later, Garrett was stretched out on the couch, drinking the water that Lara was shoving down his throat. He had managed to get out most of the details of the situation before he started to sober up, and long story short, Lara wasn’t happy.
“Leave Serena alone, Lara.”
“Can I at least yell at her a little?” she snapped, running a hand through her hair. “Or-hit her with a wrench?”
“No,” Garrett sighed, slumping over so that his head was resting against her shoulder. “She meant well. She knows she screwed up. She doesn’t need you rubbing it in.”
“Kill my fun why don’t you,” she huffed, before leaning into him, resting her head on top of his. “Look, Gar, whatever comes out of this-”
“I’ll deal,” he sighed, closing his eyes. “I just-needed to be drunk for a while. I’m tired.”
“I know.”
“And I am sorry I interrupted your sex.”
“God, Garrett, you didn’t interrupt any sex.”
“Hey,” he replied, tilting his eyes up at her. “I know you. Unfortunately, I know your sex voice. That was your sex voice.” He closed his eyes again, relaxing his body against her. “And I know you and Flint are going at it like bunnies.”
“That, however accurate, is besides the point.” She smirked. “Just sleep it off, kiddo. We’ll figure it out in the morning.”
“Okay,” he sighed, before starting to drift off to sleep. “Night, Lara.”
“Night, Garrett.”
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Ever since he and Ephram had ended things, he started hanging out at another bar on the other side of town.
It made the most sense. A clean break, away from each other, where-especially on nights like tonight-he could be out and away without worrying about running into Ephram or anyone else for that matter. Because then he didn’t have to deal with the disapproving looks or the complicated conversations as he proceeded to work his way through glass after glass of scotch and not bothered to count. Because Christ, what Serena told him was what she told him, it was the last goddamn thing he needed to hear.
He swallowed the rest of his alcohol before picking up his phone and dialing. He let it ring in his ear for a moment before his best friend picked up, out of breath as though she was running for the phone. “Hello?”
“Guess what? I’m getting married.” There was a long silence on the other end of the line, almost to the point where he thought the call might have dropped. “Lara?”
“Are you drunk?”
“ … A little?”
“How many drinks have you had?”
He turned and reached for the bottle, tilting it so that he could look at it. “About half a bottle.”
“Alright. I’m coming to get you. Don’t move and you can tell me about this supposed wedding of yours.” There was a lot of rustling on the other end of the line, and Garrett sighed as he rested his head against the bar.
“I’m sorry I interrupted your sex.”
“Okay, you’re really drunk. Don’t go anywhere.”
“Mmmkay,” he replied, hanging up the phone and waiting for Lara to arrive.
***
An hour later, Garrett was stretched out on the couch, drinking the water that Lara was shoving down his throat. He had managed to get out most of the details of the situation before he started to sober up, and long story short, Lara wasn’t happy.
“Leave Serena alone, Lara.”
“Can I at least yell at her a little?” she snapped, running a hand through her hair. “Or-hit her with a wrench?”
“No,” Garrett sighed, slumping over so that his head was resting against her shoulder. “She meant well. She knows she screwed up. She doesn’t need you rubbing it in.”
“Kill my fun why don’t you,” she huffed, before leaning into him, resting her head on top of his. “Look, Gar, whatever comes out of this-”
“I’ll deal,” he sighed, closing his eyes. “I just-needed to be drunk for a while. I’m tired.”
“I know.”
“And I am sorry I interrupted your sex.”
“God, Garrett, you didn’t interrupt any sex.”
“Hey,” he replied, tilting his eyes up at her. “I know you. Unfortunately, I know your sex voice. That was your sex voice.” He closed his eyes again, relaxing his body against her. “And I know you and Flint are going at it like bunnies.”
“That, however accurate, is besides the point.” She smirked. “Just sleep it off, kiddo. We’ll figure it out in the morning.”
“Okay,” he sighed, before starting to drift off to sleep. “Night, Lara.”
“Night, Garrett.”
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