Archer places another pair of neatly folded khakis into his suitcase. He makes sure that they cover up the Mark VII he stashed away in his bag. He glances over at Abbiejean, who’s sitting criss cross on the bed with a huge hole in her stockings, watching him as he packs his bag. He sighs. He hates these kinds of conversation.
“Hey, AJ?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going away for awhile.”
Abbiejean blinks as if she was expecting this. Probably because she was expecting this. Still, she can’t stop her mouth from twitching into a brief frown. “Why?”
He shoves his pocket knife in the folds of his polo shirt. “I owe a lot money to some Italian assholes.”
“So they’re coming after you?”
“Yes.”
Abbiejean picks at the hole in her stocking, making the fabric rip even more. Lana’s going to be pissed when she sees that Abbiejean managed to ruin another pair of stockings. They cost a shit ton and AJ needs them fot her stupid private school uniform. Archer makes a mental note to stash some extra cash for her somewhere in their room so she can buy a new pair.
Abbiejean rubs against the bare skin showing through her stockings. “Where are you gonna go?”
Archer places his toiletry bag full of rounds into his suitcase. “I’m thinking South. Maybe Cuba.”
“Grandma said you were banned from Cuba because you messed up the gene pool with your crazy sex benders.”
Archer frowns. “Grandma says lots of things.”
Abbiejean sighs. “Should I count on you to come back?”
Archer stops. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Are you gonna come back?”
“Of course I’m gonna-. What made you even think that I wasn’t gonna come back?” he asks, upset that Abbiejean would even think something like.
Abbiejean pulls her legs up to her chest and hides her face with her knees. He can tell she’s about to cry from the way her chest rises and falls. “I don’t know. You were gone for three months last time.”
“AJ, I swear on every bottle of gin in the world that I’m gonna come back to you.”
She lifts her face up and her blue eyes are wet with tears. “Promise?”
Archer always hated these kinds of conversations. Promises aren’t easy to keep and are even easier to break. But still, he’ll promise for her. Anything for her. “Promise.”
A/N: I know AJ’s eyes aren’t blue but I don’t fucking care
