Post-Long Way Down. Luc/Eddi; I'm obsessed.


She took a detour on her way home. This was something even Jim Beam couldn't fix. One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor. The only way to deal with this situation. The girl in the shop didn't even ask for ID, just made pleasantaries about a party - why else would anyone buy tequila? Eddi humoured her in as many syllables as she could get way with, before stumbling out of the shop as if she were already drunk. Still another mile before home. Still frowned upon to drink alcohol in the street.

'Live Every Day'. What the fuck does that even mean? She walked slowly, savouring the crisp breeze slowly stealing away the warm June dusk. She laughed out loud at the cruelty. Even her laughter sounded bitter. This morning had been a new day - a new day for both of them. He had accepted the permanent contract and then walked out on it and on her. What's the point in going home now? Except the tequila. She walked past a landing hot air balloon in the park. Its pilot jumped out of the basket and threw up in the grass, before grabbing his coat and running for the park gates. She shook her head. Crazy kids. What she'd give to have no cares in the world, just for another day. He told me it was a new day. He told me he was going to stay.

By the time she arrived home, the sun had set. Her street was quiet, two rows of terraced houses lining a long, straight road, cars parked down either side. A dog trotted past her as she dug her keys from her handbag. The tequila was in her hand, cap unscrewed, before she'd stepped through the door.

A dark figure emerged from the kitchen and she held out the bottle. She almost dropped it when she recognised the face.

"What- I thought you'd gone?"

"A new day. Live every day. Carpé diem - I siezed mine."

The tequila was discarded on the hallway floor.