The Steam Lounge

Disc 2 - Track 2

Robbers - The 1975

"Now I'll shoot him if it's what you ask but if you just take off your mask, you find out everything's gone wrong."

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In the morning Pete walked into the living room with his bags. He was a little angry that she'd been able to get out but when he saw her laying on the couch he forgot all about it. He knelt beside her and frowned to himself. She had a black eye. "Mercy, I'm going now. Happy holidays." He whispered uneasily, kissing her cheek before getting in the lift and leaving. I hate leaving her like this after a fight.

It late morning by the time Patrick woke up. He got changed into fresh clothes and then went to go sit in the living room. He knew Pete had already left because his bags had gone and  Mercy lay on the sofa, fast asleep. Her face was now bruised and he panicked. What did he do to her last night? He walked to his bedroom to stop himself from waking her. 

She eventually came round in the late afternoon, going to the kitchen and looking for something to drink. She found the alcohol cupboard, grinning to herself as she picked up a bottle of whiskey.

Mercy grabbed a glass and some ice from the freezer, pouring the drink. Patrick walked into the kitchen, rushing to grab the bottle as he saw it. "Do you really think this is the answer to your problems? Just stop." He said, trying to get the glass too.

She stared at him, leaning against the counter silently but holding onto the glass tightly. He took one of her hands firmly and pulled the glass out of it with the other, spilling the drink slightly. She calmly tried to reach for another one but then he grabbed that hand too. "I said stop! You know what you get like when you drink, it turns you into a mess." He shouted, getting her to look at him properly.

"Oh I know. It makes me go along with anything you say, makes me vulnerable." She spat, trying to get her hands from his. He scowled, holding her hands tighter. "You think I don't remember you trying to get me into bed? Pretty hard to forget." She said, trying to push him away fully.

He let go, staring her down. "Do what you want, just don't blame me when you get hungover for Christmas." He gave in, going to the fridge and trying to ignore her. She regretted bringing up her first night instantly, knowing that he was sorry for what he'd done.

"I saw you last night." She stated, making Patrick look around quickly. "Before, when me and Pete were in the living room together. You always watch when Pete is with me, like you're worried about me." She said, making him frown even more.

"Well someone has to be and you happen to be sleeping with everyone else in the apartment." He spat coldly, not thinking about what he was saying. Mercy sneered at him, rolling her eyes.

"Of course, you're worried about the massive slut living in your flat. You don't need to be, I can take care of myself." She retorted sarcastically and reached for the drink again.

Patrick cut in front of her, holding her arms down again. "Then why do you keep reaching for the bottle, trying to drown your sorrows there sweetheart? Also, if you're so capable of looking after yourself then why did I have to get you out of Pete's room last night?" He said in a low voice. Mercy tensed up, trying to push him off.

"It may have escaped your notice Patrick, but its Christmas. I'm trying to get in the spirit of things. Last night was a one off, the only reason you were of any use is because you had a key." Mercy pulled away but felt her waist being grabbed and pushed against the counter.

"Mercedes, you're four years underage. You can't seriously be saying I should let you drink. It's not a very responsible thing to do." He said, ignoring her second statement completely and putting the bottle back in the cupboard.