Who: Gus and Lucy. What: Gus drunk texts Lucy after his blow up with Justice, and Lucy decides to make a house call. Where: Gus’s place. When: Late evening. Rating: PG-13. Status: Complete.
The more he thought about it, the more upset he got. And then he’d get angry, and then he’d get upset again, and the constant see-sawing back and forth between emotions was starting to drive him up the wall. He’d broken into his liquor cabinet pretty much the second he’d gotten home. What the fuck had that been about? What had he misread to cause The Cellar to become goddamn Hiroshima?
So he’d screwed some random woman in her office. So he’d made a poor decision that would inevitably cause him a little trouble. So what? He knew that. Hell, he was ready for it. Gus was a grown-ass man and he could handle his own business.
The fact that maybe it wasn’t exactly about that was what really got to him. It wasn’t too long ago they’d been drunk and things had nearly gone somewhere, but... he felt like that had been put firmly behind them both as a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened. They were friends.
He’d been intent on getting blackout drunk on his own and just not dealing with it. It was the weekend, he had time off, so fuck it. Thanks to modern technology, however, he’d gotten bored in his journey to the bottom of the bottle and sent a text to the other woman in his life. It’d probably just end the same way as it had with Justice, but hell with it. Might as well get it all done before sunrise!
When the headlights of Lucy’s car swept bars of light through his window he heaved to his feet and staggered over to the door to open it for her. It took a lot to get Gus staggering-drunk, and he’d drank a lot in a very short span of time.
“Heeyy, Lou,” he greeted in a too-loud voice, waving at her as she got out of her car, “C’mon in!”