answered:
we both (or all three) got in separate bar fights downtown and now we’re waiting in the ER comparing stories
He lifted the icepack off of the side of his head, wishing he still had his hat to tip as the lady sat in the chair next to him. “Evenin’, ma’am.”
The lady turned a sweet smile on him.
“Good evening, sir,” she said in a smoky little purr, one almost incongruous with her matronly loveliness. The sound went straight to his heart and got it hammering. “Has it been a rough one?”
Sitting in the seat across from him, Mr. Beast rolled that horribly blank, white eyeball up to peer at him over his copy of Cosmo. A warning, not that he needed it.
AGH MY HEART!!!!