A Drink || Lucas & Edward
Once Lucas arrived, Edward had the weirdest feeling in his gut. Maybe it was because he would have to re-live all the recent events in his life in order to tell Lucas what was going on. In reality, he should have been the first person he spoke to about what happened but Edward understood Lucas to be busy with his life too and he hadnât had the time until now and that was perfectly okay but since the news spread across the people he knew, Edward become more and more depressed and ever distant from the people around him. He had ignored phone calls from his aunt, barely talked to any of the Beaudelaires, including Jean, since their talk and overall just never felt like being cheery for too long because he constantly reminded himself what had happened.Â
"Lucas," was all that Edward could offer as a greeting. His eyes were marked by sadness and there was a never ending dull expression on his face, as if he were uninterested with what anyone said to him but really it was the dark cloud looming over his life that made it difficult to be happy about anything and everything in particular. He couldnât be happy about being married because Beatrice had lost the babyâ the entire reason they both had decided to rush into this union. But at the time, Edward was truly convinced he was in love with her. Maybe it was the baby that brought them together and maybe it was the baby that would doom them as well. "Thanks for meeting me here," he told his friend, not caring about the fact that Lucas used the shortened version of his name, Ed, which always got on Edwardâs nerves. "You must be wondering what the heck has been going on," he said with an almost dry laugh. "Iâll get to the point. Beatrice lost the babyâŚ" his words resounded far away in his head but he knew them to be true. "Something about her being below weight and.. sheâs goneâshe left me, Lucas. Sheâs not here anymore and I..what am I supposed to do with myself when I feel Iâve lost everything?" Edward explained. Everything he felt all at once. The sadness, anger, frustration. There was nothing Edward could possibly do to prevent himself from feeling all that.
It took him a few seconds to actually process what Edward was telling him. And all of that happened under the range of a week while he was away? How come nobody said anything to him? He completely understood if Edward was just telling him this right now. Hell, had he been the one in his shoes, he wasn't even sure if he would be able to talk about it at all. Even towards his best friend. At this rate, he knew that anything he'd say would not be sufficient. The level of the news was far too dreadful, finding the appropriate words or actions and make it not seem or sounding like a freaking template was almost impossible. Almost.
He knew Beatrice would never left his best friend. The latter was just undone. Lucas may seem somewhat distant lately, but he knew his friends well. And despite their not-so-smooth past, Beatrice was once his friend too. And he knew full well, just how in love she was with Edward. They were literally meant to be - even when at first, Lucas may or may not be too... prideful and too jealous, to admit that fact to anyone, basically. It was a selfish act, he realized it now. But now he couldn't help but race his mind to figure out his current puzzle; what the hell should he say to the man now? That he was sorry? That she would never have left him? It was too template-like he was wincing mentally. But it was true, Beatrice might be able to go behind her fiance's back and married his best friend instead, but if he knew her at all, when he was able to get to know her, she was not one to leave love behind. Lucas and Beatrice, there was never any mutual love between them, but Edward and her? Even a blind man would notice.
When the bartender placed his glass in front of him, he gave it a silent stare for a bit, before he quickly drank it and placing the now empty glass back onto the table. He made his mind up as he pulled out his wallet, placing some bill upon the table, then getting up from the chair. He decided that he had enough with their audience. He knew Edward wanted a drink, but he had something better in mind. Plus, he had a much better bottle of liquor in his car, anyway. He gave Edward a gentle look before he motioned him to follow. "Come on. I want to show you something."
