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[Dec. 3] [Boardwalk Empire] You Don't Want to Get this Call
Title: You Don't Want to Get this Call
Day/Theme: Dec. 3, 2014 "But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask"
Series: Boardwalk Empire
Character/Pairing: Meyer, Charlie, A.R.
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Haven't seen season 5 yet, but I know there's going to be a timeskip...past [historical spoilers!] A.R.'s death?! This fic is probably historically inaccurate! But just musing (anyway, I just finished reading a whole book about A.R.).
They were together that November night. In New York. There wasn't anything all that unusual about that because they shared a lease on a hotel suite after all. They were friends. They had been friends for years.
The phone rang and Meyer answered it because he was closer to the phone. Charlie cast a languid glance on the action, not thinking anything in particular at first (they got plenty of phone calls; might just be Benny or Jake even), then gradually noting the nervous register of Meyer's brow, the slight pallor he had taken on, and what he said: "Have they told Carolyn?"
Charlie sat up straighter, questing to pull more information out of Meyer's demeanor before he even got to saying what this was all about. It had to do with A.R. if Carolyn had come up. It had to be bad for Meyer to make that face (no need to play poker here, not when it was just the two of them).
"All right," Meyer moved to lower the phone, "Thank you." He hung up, taking a moment to process what he had just learned.
The "Hey, what was that about?" that Charlie had been just on the verge of asking died on his lips when Meyer's eyes met his. He had already registered the news as bad (maybe A.R. had lost particularly badly at the tables and needed someone to bring him some cash), but that look ratcheted up the tension in his mind. He stayed silent, and even the manner in which Meyer leaned back alongside him betrayed something of significance.
Charlie moved his hand slightly. A small gesture, but something easier than asking. Something Meyer would still understand.
"Someone shot A.R.," Meyer said, "They took him to a hospital."
He wasn't dead at least. He could've been dead. …But…
"It looks bad, they told me."
What was there to say about that? What was the right way to react? Sure, there were people who might want to, who might think about it, but who would actually shoot A.R.? …What were they going to do if he died?
Day/Theme: Dec. 3, 2014 "But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask"
Series: Boardwalk Empire
Character/Pairing: Meyer, Charlie, A.R.
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Haven't seen season 5 yet, but I know there's going to be a timeskip...past [historical spoilers!] A.R.'s death?! This fic is probably historically inaccurate! But just musing (anyway, I just finished reading a whole book about A.R.).
They were together that November night. In New York. There wasn't anything all that unusual about that because they shared a lease on a hotel suite after all. They were friends. They had been friends for years.
The phone rang and Meyer answered it because he was closer to the phone. Charlie cast a languid glance on the action, not thinking anything in particular at first (they got plenty of phone calls; might just be Benny or Jake even), then gradually noting the nervous register of Meyer's brow, the slight pallor he had taken on, and what he said: "Have they told Carolyn?"
Charlie sat up straighter, questing to pull more information out of Meyer's demeanor before he even got to saying what this was all about. It had to do with A.R. if Carolyn had come up. It had to be bad for Meyer to make that face (no need to play poker here, not when it was just the two of them).
"All right," Meyer moved to lower the phone, "Thank you." He hung up, taking a moment to process what he had just learned.
The "Hey, what was that about?" that Charlie had been just on the verge of asking died on his lips when Meyer's eyes met his. He had already registered the news as bad (maybe A.R. had lost particularly badly at the tables and needed someone to bring him some cash), but that look ratcheted up the tension in his mind. He stayed silent, and even the manner in which Meyer leaned back alongside him betrayed something of significance.
Charlie moved his hand slightly. A small gesture, but something easier than asking. Something Meyer would still understand.
"Someone shot A.R.," Meyer said, "They took him to a hospital."
He wasn't dead at least. He could've been dead. …But…
"It looks bad, they told me."
What was there to say about that? What was the right way to react? Sure, there were people who might want to, who might think about it, but who would actually shoot A.R.? …What were they going to do if he died?