Fics like Last Call

“Oh hey, babe!” Her voice was bright and brittle and young. A cold wash of adrenaline poured down from Eddie’s scalp. “I’ll be home soon, yeah? The girls and I went a little late. Sorry. I’m on my way.” The total number of scenarios in which Eddie Horniman would make a call to Susie Glass at this hour, and receive that reception, resolved to exactly three. The first scenario was a mistake: her thinking that he was someone else. The second scenario was her pretending to be someone else. The third was some beautiful alternate universe where she was actually coming home to him after last call, tipsy and footsore, wearing a dress she’d put on to drive him out of his fucking mind, probably because he’d cocked up something major like a birthday or anniversary or some other cliché, because in that other universe those were the sum total of his problems. He wanted to kill that chap, in the other universe. Kill him, then steal his life, and his girl, and his tiny little problems.

Fics like Last Call

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