Title: Cheers, Darlin'
Chapter 2: Prague
Disclaimer: I gots nothin'.
Summary: She's married now, but he might be able to do something about it. He partakes in some liquid courage and packs to leave.
A/N: Two-shot. Both based on songs from Damien Rice's album "O". This chapter is based on "Prague," a hidden song on the last track.
He's finally done it.
He's finally completely insane.
And it's all her fault.
He is packing today. It is taking him a ridiculously long amount of time to pack one simple suitcase. He's only heading out of the country, after all. He only has one thing to do.
I'm all dressed up with you
All dressed up for him, too
He is in a suit. He never wears suits. He hates suits. They make him feel stuffy and old, two things he's never desired to be.
He is wearing a suit for her. He knows she will be dressed nicely, and he's dressed nicely too.
He can't believe it. He is traveling out of the country to break them up.
He feels stupid, petty, jealous, small.
But he's dressed in his one and only suit, pressed to look his best, dressed to impress.
He wants to win her back, and show him up.
He shakes his head as he finishes packing, trying to find the three button-down shirts he bought last weekend, when he heard about this.
He wants to damn his aunt and uncle for knowing about his interest in her. He wants to damn them and love them at the same time. Only his aunt would express her dissatisfaction with him one minute, and then tell him where to find her daughter the next.
And only his uncle would take him aside and give him pointers. Only his uncle would tell him what to bring, what to wear, what to expect.
Prepare myself for a war
Before I even open up my door
He knows that this will be hard. Hell, it's been hard the past four years, harder in the two years since they've been married.
He knows that he will have to put up a fight. He knows that this fight could become more than figurative, and he could have a real knock-down drag-out fight with her new husband.
But he's ready. He's ready, willing, and waiting to go. He wants to go. He wants to fight. He's been waiting for years. He doesn't think he will last much longer. He is almost afraid that he will explode soon.
He is afraid that the next time he sees them at a family gathering, he will be unable to grin and bear it. He is afraid that he will attack him there, causing horrible repercussions.
After all, all family gatherings include her grandparents. Her father. Three people he doesn't want to cross. Three people he'd rather not see again until after he fights for her.
Cheers, darlin'
Here's to you and your lover
He pours himself a glass of whiskey, his liquid courage of choice. He is glad that he has a first-class ticket, glad that he has free vouchers for liquor.
He doesn't know if he can do this without whiskey. He knows that makes him vaguely alcoholic, but judging from his family tree, he probably is an alcoholic.
Besides, it's just easier to punch your ex-girlfriend's husband when you're at least slightly inebriated.
I'm all dressed up for Prague
She is in Prague for an international convention, one that could propel her into superstardom among the network bosses. She is going to be dressed in her best, her mother said. She is going to be nervous, maybe tipsy as well, smiling and laughing too much. She is going to be there with her husband, but she almost certainly will not be hanging all over him. They almost certainly will fight the entire time they are there, because she is preoccupied with work.
In short, it is perfect for him.
He boards the non-stop plane without trepidation. He is in his best suit. He only has two whiskeys in him.
There is no reason why this shouldn't work.
Even if it doesn't….
He's got years.
