hilarychuff asked:
Electric Thanksgiving Boogaloo 2.0- Electric Two-galoo bc i need it
Thank you both for your patience and for giving me an excuse, I owe u my life
Snippet from Electric Two-ga-loo (Unfinished Chapter from Alone On Thanksgiving? Mad At Your Mom?)
“Are you…” He hazards, trying to feel this out as Chrissy takes a delicate sip of coffee. “Are you worried he’s gonna try something?”
‘Are you asking for a bodyguard,’ is what he wants to know, because that is an entirely different set of duties than Fake Boyfriend. It’s not a role he’s ever played before. He can fight, if it comes down to it- but most of his experiences with that have come from dealing with drunks at work and irritating people until they respond with violence. He’s learned how to take and throw a punch because if he’s going to go through life being obnoxious (And he is, that’s non-negotiable) being able to handle the consequences is a necessity. But it’s only ever been HIS neck on the line. If he loses, he loses- he gets the shit kicked out of him, bitches about it to the guys until he heals up, and then moves on. He’s never had anybody relying on him to win before.
But the girl across the table is small enough to make even Eddie seem tall, nice enough to leave behind a tip in the nearly empty jar on the counter, desperate enough for help to arrange a meeting with some weirdo online and not run away screaming when the weirdo in question turned out to be HIM.
She needs back up.
And if the only person available is him, well, then, he’ll fucking figure it out.
“Try some…?” Chrissy repeats, frowning a little to herself before the penny drops. Her eyes go huge.
“No!” She squeaks, looking horrified. “Oh, God no, it’s not like- he isn’t- no. No, no, he wouldn’t- he’d- no, I didn’t mean- no. No, that’s not what- um- I’m so sorry. No, I wasn’t, I wasn’t asking- I don’t need you to… to… no-”
Well, that’s definitely a relief. It does however seem to indicate some motivations that Eddie dislikes for entirely different reasons.
“Okay,” he raises a finger to stop Chrissy mid-torrent. “If this is a plot to win your ex back-”
“NO!” Chrissy yelps again, somehow managing to look even more horrified. “Oh, God, no, I want him to give up!”
