so called shrimp

by hypotheticalfanfic

In retrospect, ordering delivery at this time of night was a bad idea. Arthur/Eames

"No one delivers at three in the morning, Eames."

"Nonsense. This is the land of opportunity, is it not? Surely some eatery here in this lovely city has had the bright bloody idea to bring people food at odd hours."

"Yeah, except that no one worth ordering from delivers at this hour."

"Ah, see, darling, your story is changing all the time. How am I supposed to believe you?"

"Fine, do whatever you want. I can assure you, you will not enjoy the results."

—-

"Arthur, dear?"

"Yes, Eames?"

"You were right."

"Ah."

"I think I may be ill."

"So we're agreed? After one a.m., it's better to just eat whatever is in the refrigerator?"

"I suppose you couldn't make me any sicker than that so-called shrimp. And at least you wouldn't charge me thirty dollars for the privilege. And don't look so smug…Excuse me a moment, I feel the need to…"