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[brandon-the-ace]

Voicemail To: Lux

Eddie: Lux, it's Eddie. Somethin's happened to Brogan, he's--he's in the hospital. I need you to call me back as soon as you get this.

[brandon-the-ace]

Grapes of Wrath | Eddie & Lux

It had been twenty-four hours since he'd discovered the truth, and instead of sitting at home and allowing the news to eat away at him, he had already conducted a plan of action.  Eddie's frame of mind had been altered since the fateful discovery at the expense of Danny O'Brien's life; a former friend, and someone who Eddie had trusted indefinitely ever since his arrival in London.  Danny had paid the price for his deceit.  While he had remained ever stoic and unchanged by the thought of adding more blood to his hands - after all, he had vowed to take the treacherous scumbags down one by one since he'd left Pentonville - Eddie had become increasingly more erratic;  reckless, even.  Hence his appearance at The Gage tonight.

Not a place he'd usually inhabit through choice, Eddie observed his surroundings with distaste, entering the pub somewhat inconspicuously, as planned.  The bright lights from the dj's booth fell into his eyes as he crossed the room, moving fluidly between the groups of people grinding or chattering in the middle of the small dancefloor.  Coming to rest against the bar, he surveyed a group of Suits seated at a private booth in the distance from over the heads of the partygoers, craning his neck for a better look.

"Scotch, straight", he murmered absently to the barmaid, never once shifting  his gaze from its initial focus.  His brow furrowed slightly, electric blue eyes gleaming from behind dark circles which made him appear somewhat hollow, his teeth gritted behind pursed lips.

[doctor-samuel-shetty-blog]

Gage's || Sam and Lux

The stones of the sidewalk outside his apartment were now a familiar puzzle to Sam. His eyes wandered over them each time he walked in or out, following their pattern and memorizing it so well that if something were to ever happen, he'd remember exactly how they were before, and pick out the one detail out of place. He had a memory for little things like that- patterns, details, the little things. It helped him pick out if something was odd about a conversation, a glance, an encounter, a setting. Not that he ever really shared his findings. Especially if they were to his own benefit.

But knowing the pattern of a sidewalk didn't help Sam much at all. It just made him think a bit more deeply as he made his way down the street toward the tube station. He'd told Lux he was going to visit her during her shift at the pub tonight, and he was anything but a promise-breaker. Besides, it had been ages since he'd really let himself relax a bit, and a good pint (as she'd so helpfully recommended to him) would certainly do the trick. Climbing the stairs down to the station, the doctor pulled out his wallet, paying enough fare for a ride to and from the pub. He really didn't fancy the tube- a walk was so much nicer. The architecture, the people, the fresh air. It allowed Sam to simply meander, an observer of the world around him. On a train, he was limited to just the car he was in, and the people who chose to get on and off that one car. And the scenery- well, there simply wasn't any. But certain places were worth a ride underground, if the walk was tedious. And the pub was one of those places.

Just as he reached the platform, the train pulled up, as if expecting his timeliness and greeting him with a warm smile. He stepped on carefully, gripping the nearest hand rail and tucking his wallet back into the pocket of his leather jacket. He hadn't wanted to look like he'd tried too hard to impress the beautiful bartender, but his hospital scrubs wouldn't even impress a blind Sunday school teacher. So his favourite beat-up leather jacket had won its way out of his closet, along with a basic white tee and jeans. Casual, sharp, but not trying to grab too much attention. Just like Sam himself.

As a lady looked to the seat he stood in front of, Sam motioned for her to take it with a small smile. It wasn't manners or politeness- he simply hated sitting down on the subway. Standing made it easier to slip on and off, not to get too comfortable in any one place. It didn't make sense- after a long day of standing at the hospital, most doctors would prefer a seated ride. But Sam Shetty didn't do things the conventional way, even an ordinary ride on the tube.

"Bond Street."

The animatronic voice pulled Sam out of his own thoughts and back to the present. That was his stop, wasn't it? At least, he remembered Lux saying that. And being unsure... oh, well. Close enough. Nodding to the lady who'd taken the seat behind him, the blue-eyed man turned and quietly exited the train with a few others as the doors slid open, closing swiftly behind him. He turned to watch as the train quickly gathered speed, pulling off into the dark tunnels with a loud whirring noise. Sam was the type to find the sheer beauty in everything, including a train. It was what motivated hisotherwork- to help other people see the beauty for just a bit more of their life. Twisted? Yes. Not unlike Robin Hood, his childhood hero? Perhaps there was truth in that, too. But that didn't matter tonight. Tonight, he wasn't working on anything. He was having fun. Or, he was supposed to be.

Now, where was that damn pub?