Hi! For the prompts, can you do one where they go to eden’s twilight and Neil gets roofied? Thanks!
this is… such a good prompt. not sure i took it where you were thinking, but…. here’s this 2k mess
i’m going to regret not proofreading this, but i’m tired and i don’t care
Andrew answers his phone in the bathroom of his New Mexico apartment. “Robin,” is his greeting to the base pumping in through the speaker. The Friday night call is unexpected and routine-interrupting. He’s getting ready for bed, not about to miss out on taking advantage of his weekend of sleep; Robin should be too busy celebrating the Foxes’ latest win to even think about calling him.
“I can’t find Neil,” she says, her panic audible over the intoxicated laughter of someone too close to the phone, rolling into Andrew and upending him.
“What the fuck do you mean, you can’t find Neil?” Four fucking words, and Andrew feels just as empty as he had when he’d been standing in the aftermath of a riot, holding a duffel bag in one hand and a scuffed-up racquet in the other.
Robin’s breath comes in thick and sticky against Andrew’s ear. He can smell the alcohol in the club, though he knows that none of it is on her breath – she’s like Neil; she doesn’t drink.
“I mean that he went to go get the next round for the table and now he’s gone.” There’s a push of noise and then the music is gone and it’s just a memory of laughter and shouting, catcalls and the infrequent patter of late-night traffic.
“He didn’t run,” Andrew says, because Robin would have only gone outside if she had been thinking that; she is intimately familiar with Neil’s story, the crossing of frequencies into her own. Andrew pushes the bathroom light switch down very precisely and paces out of the room. “Get back in the club. Talk to one of the bouncers and tell them what’s going on. If they give you shit, give them the phone and let me talk to them.”
The bedroom is dark, orange light leering only from a small lamp by the bed, and Andrew leaves it that way. He shifts the phone to speaker and sets it on the dresser, shoving his legs into jeans, swapping out his balding night shirt for armbands and something fresher. He’s not planning on leaving, but he wants to be ready. Neil probably just went to the bathroom and Robin is overreacting.
Or Andrew isn’t reacting enough.