Redemption's Overrated

3. A New Drinking Buddy

TW: Drinking

(Also I'm messing with the timeline of events a bit. Endorsements now take place the day after the debate)

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After the... events of yesterday's debate, I'm actually slightly interested in the endorsements today.

Still not interested enough to get up on time, apparently, because I'm woken up by a loud knocking in my door.

I scramble to get up, thankful that I at least don't have a hangover this morning. I struggle into my L'Manburg suit and rush out of my room, heading into the kitchen. I want to eat some breakfast at least. Why the hell do they hold these events so early in the day? It's not even noon yet.

Eventually the knocking stops, much to my surprise. Maybe my escort is going to be patient for once.

The silence lasts for about five seconds when the front door swings open, and in barges a tall blond. "What the f*ck is taking you so long?" Tommy yells, which is unnecessary given he's  only about seven feet away from me.

"I'm making food, d*ckhead. Y'know, the stuff I need in order to live? How did you even get in here? That door was locked."

"Wilbur gave me a key."

"How the hell did he get a key to my house?"

"He is literally the president."

"Hopefully not for long if the election goes well. Also that didn't answer my question."

"Just hurry the f*ck up. We need to get to the endorsements."

"They literally can't start until you get there. You can wait for me to finish my breakfast."

"Wilbur will kill you if you make the event start late."

"Wouldn't be the first time."

I eventually decide to just eat an apple. I take purposely slow bites, watching Tommy get more and more impatient. He taps his foot in annoyance, a glare on his face. "Can you not eat any f*cking faster?"

"Nope."

I can only drag out eating an apple for so long. Once I'm done, I sigh and start heading out the door, Tommy right at my heels. "So what did you think of the debate yesterday? Isn't it great knowing you're gonna be stuck here forever?"

I roll my eyes and prepare a sarcastic answer as we leave my doorstep. However, I don't get to share my witty remark.

As soon as I step off the porch, a blinding pain shoots up my leg. My monitor. I fall to the ground, clutching my ankle. My body shakes as the electricity shoots through my body. It feels like my every nerve is on fire. I want to scream. I want to scream so loud that it shatters all the glass in all the buildings in this stupid country.

I hear a faint click and the pain starts to fade. I take in a shaky breath. Prime, I forgot how painful that gets.

Footsteps approach and a shadow looms over me. " I am so f*cking sorry! I completely forgot about turning that off!" Tommy frantically apologizes, genuine worry laced his voice.

"What the hell, dude?"

"I am so sorry. Do you want a health potion? I'm sure I could get one from someone."

"No I don't want your f*cking pity potion."

"Are you sure? That looked like it hurt like hell-"

"That's because it did. Really, that was a d*ck move. Not turning off my monitor? That's something I wouldn't even expect from Wilbur."

I look up, giving him a glare. He seems oddly hurt by my statement. "It was an accident," he says, his voice quiet, the quietest I've ever heard him talk.