#malcolm.1

Simon didn’t often go out drinking. Normally they preferred nights in with Peonie and Su, but tonight they had decided for a bit of change. Now that Eclipse had new management it had gotten like, loads more fun. 

“Susan,” They were loudly telling one of the patrons at the bar up front, a proud and goofy smile plastered across their face, “is the absolute best baby in all of Britain and I can prove it! She’s babbling already and she’s not even 9 months! And she can sit up! The very best baby! Do you want to see pictures? I have pictures!”

Patrick hadn’t even planned on being at the bank today. He’d just sort of... stopped by. God his timing could use some serious goddamn work. He was just trying to get money in a form that Lena could actually use. All he’d wanted was to be a goddamn dad. 

Now his left arm was trapped under a goddamn boulder and he’d already lost consciousness twice. By the time he swam back to alertness he could see someone walking towards him. 

“Hey!” he called, trying to get the other person’s attention, “Hey, I need help!”