One Helluva Time (Eddsworld x Helluva Boss)

5 - Frenemies?

True to his word, Tom took the others to the lounge for some drinks after work. They talked and joked and joked until the late hours of the night. Just before midnight struck, Edd and Matt decided to go back to their rooms, leaving Tom and Tord. Though they stopped serving drinks now that it was a new day, the lounge stayed open to those who wanted to relax after a long day without any alcohol. The two didn't talk much until Tord went onto the balcony to grab a smoke. Tom, not wanting to be left alone, followed him outside.

Tom meandered onto the balcony to see Tord with a cigarette between his fingers.
"I didn't know you smoked cigarettes." Tom remarked.
"Well, I only do it when I run out of cigars." Tord explained. "I sometimes ask Alastor for one if i run out, but the answer's always no."
The two stared out over the cityscape in silence for a while. Tom pulled out a flask from his pocket and occasionally took a drink out of it. Finally, after a few seconds, Tord broke the silence.

"Look, I really appreciate you saving me earlier." he stated. "I know it sounds weird to hear me say this to you, but I really am glad you saved me."
"Well, if I'm entirely honest, I saved you because I knew you would be fucked if I didn't rescue you." Tom responded. "And yet...part of me truly wanted to save you. Like, I'm supposed to hate you. You're my enemy."
"Come to think of it, why did we become enemies in the first place?" Tord questioned.

There was another silence, except this one was one of pondering.
"You know, I can't remember." Tom admitted. "I only know we became enemies in high school."
"Eh, it was probably some petty argument." Tord shrugged. "And somehow we held that grudge all the way through the afterlife."
"So our whole 'being enemies' thing was pointless." Tom stated. "Not sure how to feel about that."
"Well, we'll be able to turn over a new leaf again, I guess." Tord suggested.

The two kept talking on the balcony way into the early hours of the morning. Tord's cigarette burnt out, and Tom kept taking drinks from his flask. His head wasn't as clear now, so he started to talk about some more personal things about his life.
"Do you know why my hoodie was torn when I came to Hell, while everyone else's were completely fine?" Tom asked. Tord shook his head in response.

"It's because I was trying to get to Heaven." Tom admitted. "I refused to got to Hell when I found out I was the first of my family that was sentenced to damnnation. Two cherubs grabbed hold of me to try and push me into Hell. However, I broke free, tearing my hoodie in the process. I clinged onto those golden gates, begging to be let into heaven. However, those cherubs grabbed me again, and, with all their strength, they threw me into Hell."

Tord was stunned. He couldn't believe that had happened to his former enemy. "Wow." he said in disbelief. "So sorry you had to go through that."
"Eh, it's alright." Tom smirked. "Now that I think about it, I can basically do what I want down here. I feel like they'd just control me in Heaven." He stopped talking to have another sip of his alcohol. "And, besides, it I actually did what I wanted to do, I would have been guaranteed a place in Hell."
"Wait, what do you mean by that?" Tord asked.