( A business trip to California marks the furthest Eddie has ever been from home.
At least, he thinks, its the furthest he's been from home. Whatever time existed in his youth before college and moving to Yonkers before university is a bit of a blur. It was almost like everything kicked into gear around the age of eighteen and nothing happened (at least nothing worth remembering) happened before that. He could definitely remember because not remembering is fucking weird and obviously that meant some major health concern and―
Okay, brain, time to breathe.
Anyway― as far as Eddie (though perhaps he should shoot his therapist an email) was concerned this was the furthest he had been from home and he fucking hates it.
Los Angeles is a clusterfuck of an aneurysm waiting to happen which is saying a lot considering he calls New York City home. Everything just sucks from the need for a car, the traffic as a result and the people it traps in its never ending traffic jams. By the time Friday rolls around and one of the guys invites him out to a bar that's within walking distance, Eddie doesn't give it a second thought before they're on their way to some eccentric looking place with a large outdoor space and a downstairs comedy club.
As it turns out: the drinks are great which helps as the night goes on and especially after Eddie wanders downstairs at the urging of his coworker. It's all fine and dandy, silently judging the opener before another guy comes on and Eds is hit with a way of familiarity that he thinks might end up with him passed out on the floor. It's only through a want to figure out why this guy is so familiar that keeps him glued to his seat because this guy is definitely not funny. A fact that, to his surprise, pisses Eddie off to unimaginable levels.
It only gets worse when they lock eyes and before he knows it― they're absolutely shitting on one another. Eddie never thought himself capable of heckling yet here he is tearing at the guy just as hard as the comedian gives and its only when someone off stage comes on to wrangle the guy that he finally stands, fuming and rushes back upstairs.
Now seated in some far corner of the bar Eddie finds himself glaring daggers as the comedian (what the fuck was his name, again?) appears at his side and mutters into his drink. )
If you're here to start shit again then I swear I'm gonna break this glass upside your head, dickwad.
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Date: 2023-06-05 02:23 pm (UTC)At least, he thinks, its the furthest he's been from home. Whatever time existed in his youth before college and moving to Yonkers before university is a bit of a blur. It was almost like everything kicked into gear around the age of eighteen and nothing happened (at least nothing worth remembering) happened before that. He could definitely remember because not remembering is fucking weird and obviously that meant some major health concern and―
Okay, brain, time to breathe.
Anyway― as far as Eddie (though perhaps he should shoot his therapist an email) was concerned this was the furthest he had been from home and he fucking hates it.
Los Angeles is a clusterfuck of an aneurysm waiting to happen which is saying a lot considering he calls New York City home. Everything just sucks from the need for a car, the traffic as a result and the people it traps in its never ending traffic jams. By the time Friday rolls around and one of the guys invites him out to a bar that's within walking distance, Eddie doesn't give it a second thought before they're on their way to some eccentric looking place with a large outdoor space and a downstairs comedy club.
As it turns out: the drinks are great which helps as the night goes on and especially after Eddie wanders downstairs at the urging of his coworker. It's all fine and dandy, silently judging the opener before another guy comes on and Eds is hit with a way of familiarity that he thinks might end up with him passed out on the floor. It's only through a want to figure out why this guy is so familiar that keeps him glued to his seat because this guy is definitely not funny. A fact that, to his surprise, pisses Eddie off to unimaginable levels.
It only gets worse when they lock eyes and before he knows it― they're absolutely shitting on one another. Eddie never thought himself capable of heckling yet here he is tearing at the guy just as hard as the comedian gives and its only when someone off stage comes on to wrangle the guy that he finally stands, fuming and rushes back upstairs.
Now seated in some far corner of the bar Eddie finds himself glaring daggers as the comedian (what the fuck was his name, again?) appears at his side and mutters into his drink. )
If you're here to start shit again then I swear I'm gonna break this glass upside your head, dickwad.