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āŖ She put the lime in the coconut, she drank them both up
She put the lime in the coconut, she called the doctor, woke him up,
And said, "Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take,
I say, Doctor, to relieve this belly ache? āŖ
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Edie's eyebrows quirk immediately upwards at his tone, head cocking to the side subtley as if she's silently daring him to keep pushing it. He'd always been the unstoppable force to her immovable object.
(The irresistible force paradox -- he'd taught her that. It kept feeling more familiar the older she got.)
"Doesn't really matter what you want, Noah," she tells him with a heavy sigh, her voice matter-of-fact and weight shifting from one foot the the other as she remains with the door open, staring him down.
If it went on like this, they'd end up just stubbornly rooted to their spots until sunrise or until he sobered up -- whichever came first. God help anyone who tried to fight it once Edith Teller got it in her head to take care of them.
She watches him, gracious in her victory, as he bends his form into the passenger side of the Bronco. Once the door closes behind him she finally rounds the back of the vehicle and places herself in the drivers seat. For a moment she just sits there with the only sound in the cab being their breathing, lost in her head for a second of how fucking surreal all of this was.
Then she turns the key in the ignition, the radio starting the low hum of the oldies station.
"Yeah," she answers, knowing the exact feeling of not wanting to elaborate on why you've ended up in the trailer park of the town you promised yourself you'd never be stuck in again.
"You hungry? We could swing through Jollibee on the way back and get a burger. I haven't eaten since the start of my shift."
Her words offer him little comfort, heās not concerned with what some guys are and arenāt into. Thereās little doubt in his mind that three years stripping at Playpen meant she was some folks preference, their go to girl. It was a statistical anomaly if she wasnāt and for once, it made Noah wish he was bad at math.Ā
He has about as much right to feel some type of way about that as he did sympathy for the way his own life was turning out, yet he still managed to find a way to feel pretty fucking sorry for himself. That was harder to do when he was sober, when there was nothing to haze the edges of the truth which was plain and simply despite his efforts to complicate it ā it was his own decisions that led him there.Ā
(Ā To the trailer park, back to the hometown he had put in his rearview, free falling backwards instead of moving forwards.Ā )Ā
āDonāt want to get in the fucking car.ā He tells her, embodying more petulance in that moment than his own three-year old did when she didnāt get her own way. He wants to take a stand just for the sake of taking a stand, like if he stood in the parking lot all night just because she didnāt want him to then maybe he would have something to show for the evening.Ā
A couple of more whiskeys inside Playpen and he might have actually validated his own logic ā or lack thereof ā in that scenario, but even with whiskey warming his blood he still has some awareness that heās being a dick just for the sake of it.Ā
That didnāt exactly jive with the vow he kept making himself every morning that today would be the day he did better. Most days, heās forgotten that by noon.Ā
He abandons his post then, climbing into the passengerās seat of her Bronco and closing the door behind him. Despite the amount of times heās been in that very seat, the booze makes itās presence in his system known with how it took him two tries to actually click the seatbelt into place.Ā
āMotherfucker.āĀ
He hadnāt meant to say that aloud, and he blinks when he realises he had vocalised it rather than just thought it, but he doesnāt elaborate further on it. That was the norm for them, half-truths and things left unsaid.Ā
āYāknow where Iām at.ā He canāt bring himself to say the name of the trailer park, not to her, not when she had known his life in California intimately enough to comprehend the contrast of what a shitshow it was now.Ā
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His excuse for lingering near the back door gives her pause, her mouth wrinkling to the side for a moment as she chews on her bottom lip. She hadnāt told him about the Bronco being keyed a couple nights previous -- he obviously had bigger things going on that the moment. However, she had brought it into the shop so maybe he had heard about it -- either way, the gesture wasnāt lost on her.
And while she is usually the first to assure that she can take care of herself, she gets the feeling that he needs it more than she does.
āThanks for looking out, I appreciate it,ā she tells him, āSaves me having to tip security to walk me out.ā
She continues walking, hearing his steps behind her as she begins making her way towards the far end of the parking lot.
āSome guys are into it, you know,ā Edie informs him -- almost elaborating to say that some guys liked that their girlfriends were strippers. But she wasnāt his girlfriend -- sometimes it absolutely felt like she had been, but she wasnāt -- so she leaves it at that and swallows it down.
Arriving at her car, she drops down her tailgate to toss her duffle into the back, turning back to face Noah as she latches it back up.
Edie canāt remember a point of her life where she didnāt know Noah in one way or another. She knows him like the back of her hand, even through the moments where sheās tried to convince herself not to. Itās probably whatās always kept her coming back...
But sheās never seen him this broken -- like if he would stand still long enough sheād be able to see it ripping at the seams of him.
āWell, Playpen and Pink Pony, youād be forgiven for the confusion,ā she admits, walking around to her passenger side door and unlocking it before swinging it open and gesturing towards the interior.
āAnd as for the whiskey, Iād say you have the mission accomplished. Get in the car.ā
āJust wanted to make sure you got your car alright.ā Noah tells her, gesturing in the general direction of where he had assumed she was parked. She knew as well as he did it their hometown wasnāt the pinnacle of safe, and somewhere in his whiskey addled mind he thought he was doing some good in watching over her. He couldnāt possibly fuck that up too.Ā
(Ā Wrong.Ā )Ā
āNo, I didnāt watch you fucking dance, Edie,ā He tells her, not fully able to meet her eye when he did so. Heās seen her in a state of undress more times than he could even hope to count, but that had always been in a situation where it was just the two of them. It felt leery in a way that he didnāt like, to occupy a seat and watch her entertain the masses. He understands why she does it, but that didnāt mean he had figured out how to stomach it.Ā
āI came to get out of my fucking mind on whiskey, if you must know.ā Noah admits, finding it within himself to be honest for once āĀ whiskey truths, a surefire sign he had succeeded in his task ā but it had always been just a little easier to be when it was Edie he was talking to.Ā āWhich is about all Iām good for these days, didnāt even click this was your spot until I heard the stage name.āĀ
Scarlet Heart. He canāt say for certain if it fits her stage aesthetic or her stage presence, but there was an aptness to it for him through virtue of knowing her as well as he did. It had been in those fleeting moments where she held his face in her hands and his heart along with it that he found himself seeing less of the red that permeated everything he did, like by presence alone she could banish a burden he had thought inescapable for him.Ā
It felt like peace in a way he knew he didnāt deserve then, even less so now.Ā
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