put up or suit up || @savingdavey
"Mate!” Edgar said, striding up to Davey with a two-can stack of beers in his hand, a fresh one for each of them. He was grinning in the way that only drinking a handful of them already could accomplish – that, and the admitted curiosity that could only be generated by two guests at a very small party, one a lifelong friend and one a head-turning, overdressed curveball, disappearing into the bathroom for an unexplained and lengthy while.
“Thank you for coming! Hell, thank you for convincing me to do anything at all.”
Edgar brushed his knuckles against Davey’s bicep as he strolled up, a toothless punch to match his toothy refreshed-hello as he joined the other man in the shadow of his cracked bedroom door. He passed one of the beers over and cracked the tab on the remaining can, nodding his head in the direction of the radio across the room, which had the attention of most everyone else in the room; the folding table serving as a makeshift bar had everyone else’s.
“Everything all good with you and....uh. With you? Doing well, having fun?”
