CARRIE
He zoned out somewhere between her talking AT him and the garish red lights; Stop and start, stop and start. EPITOME city routine. The engine ROARED each time, he’s still getting a feel for the thing—like an unbroken stallion. Carrie shattered his TRANCE when she makes a move, something he’ll read as SENSUAL by default. He watched her, lost in those ocean sapphire eyes, until some ornery motherfucker in a GAUCHE as hell Dodge HONKS all the way into next year—MOUTHING off in Erik’s rearview mirror and making frantic gestures.
❝I’M FUCKING GOIN’, KEEP YOUR PANTS ON BEFORE I COME AND BURN ‘EM OFF YOUR FUCKIN’ LEGS AND WATCH YOUR DICK SHRIVEL BACK INTO YOUR ASS.❞ He’s shouting this with his head poking out an open window, as if his ill-colored Lamborghini wasn’t OSTENTATIOUS enough.
❝Apologies, I’m sure ya know how it is with these ASSHOLES. Gotta put 'em in line, y'know what I’m sayin?? The night’s still young, dunno what that prick’s gotta rush home to so fast. Guy like that ain’t desperate to fuck his wife I’ll tell ya that for nothing—❞ Now SHE’S pulling the same trick. Half listening; half not. DAMN this broad is eager. He spends the duration of keeping his libido in check by parking in the nearest road shoulder.
❝—Nicholas Brody?❞ He’s thinking with his BRAIN now. ❝Nah, can’t say I do. But it’s funny ya bring that up 'cause my dad, well, long story short he left my ma & myself before I was born. Never met the guy obviously. Probably never will 'cause he changed his name, moved somewhere else, got his new girl pregnant super fast I guess. Dunno how mom heard that but, I think she n’ someone else was sayin’ somethin’ about him changin’ his last name to Brody. So I guess I gotta brother or sister out there somewhere a month or two younger than me. Oooh wait a minute. You weren’t hired by my fuckin’ DAD were ya?!❞
She has to take a few minutes to process what the fuck just happened. One moment she’s (sort of) happily in inner turmoil, potentially about to fuck her late lover’s doppelganger in his revolting car - the next she’s accused of being hired by his deadbeat father with the same name has her late lover.
This is a long fucking night.
“ Erik hold up a second, don’t blow up. Relax. I wasn’t hired by anyone. ” Oh my GOD give me a break. She wanted to bite her tongue on this in the hopes of not scaring of her last opportunity of a fun night, but, it’s honesty time.
“ Look, I like you. I haven’t liked anyone for a really long time- ” She’s gonna have to force this out of her throat, reaching down to hold onto her bag incase he decides to kick her out of the car. She wouldn’t blame him, she pulled a dick move tonight.
“ Let me try to explain this to you Nicholas Brody is a man--was a man I used to know. “ Don’t mention the love of your life and the father of your little girl. “ He was killed a year ago. You took me aback when I saw you tonight. I watched you for a while fucking mesmerized because you look IDENTICAL to him you could be him for all I know. And fuck--” Choke back every fucking sob - don’t you dare scare him off now. Make it easy on him. “ I’m sorry, Erik. You don’t need this. I had this weird, fairytale hope that things might not have been what they seemed a year ago. You recognized me. How? Can there BE another explanation for that? How do you think you know me, Erik? ” She’s in too deep to go back now. All she can do is cling to her belongings, look to the ground, try not to cry and pray the alcohol will soften any blows.









