meeting in the E.R/A&E au + felukes
Someone sat heavily in the chair next to Luke, startling him awake. “Fifth time in a fucking month...” his new neighbor muttered. He glanced at Luke, then away--then back to Luke, this time with a raised eyebrow and a once-over. “Hey there.”
“Hi,” Luke said, shifting to sit up straight. “You in here for yourself?”
“Nah, for my friend.” The newcomer sighed, slumping down a bit in his chair. It made him look even shorter than he already was. “Got himself scraped up doing something dumb again.” He glanced at Luke again. “You?”
“My sister.” Luke shrugged. “Nothing serious. She got in a fight.” He chuckled. “The last words she said to me before they took her to get patched up were ‘did the other guy look worse?’”
The other man snorted. “Sounds like my kind of person.” He held out his hand. “I’m Felran, by the way.”
“Luke.” They shook hands. “Your friend...”
“Same thing: got in a fight. Came limping back to my place after, said that some guy came in and broke it up, took the girl he was fighting with away. Funny, I’ve never known him to go after girls...” He glanced at Luke. “What?”
“Is your friend about, say, five foot ten? Buzz cut, resting bitch face?”
“Yeah, why...oh. Shit. No way.”
Luke let out a bark of laughter. “Yes way. Looks like we’re here for the same fight. I’m the one who broke it up.” He touched a tender spot on his jaw. “Took a couple hits for my trouble.”
“I’ll get him to say sorry,” Felran grumbled, slumping a little further down.
“Nah, don’t worry about it. I got to meet a good-looking guy.”
Luke had never seen someone’s face turn so red so fast.