Chapter Fifty Four: Drunk

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One more week. You tell yourself over and over as you stare into the darkness of your bedroom. You miss Tom deeply, but soon he'll be home from his promoting and you'll be in his arms once more. You glance at the clock and sigh. Two forty-five. You just want to sleep. You close your eyes and try to push all thoughts of your husband out of your head so you can get a few hours of sleep. Just when you think you've managed to do the impossible, your eyes snap open at the sound of your phone. The ring tone you have set for when Tom calls slices through the silence of the room.

"Tom?"

"Darling! I didn't th-think you would...answer."

His slurred words and awkward pause in his speech tells you he's drunk.

"Tom, how much have you had to drink?"

"Noth-" hiccup "ing."

"Liar," you giggle.

"How'd you know?"

"I just did. Why are you calling?"

"I jus' wanted to hear your voice."

"Well, Thomas, it's very early here and I should really be getting to bed."

"No! Please don't go! I jus' wanted to" hiccup "tell you somethin'."

"Okay dear, what is it?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Bea?" he asks, his tone barely audible.

"Hm?"

"You're not going to leave me, are you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You love me, right? You wouldn't leave me, would you?"

"Of course I love you! I would never, ever leave you, Thomas."

"You won't find someone that you love more than me? You're not gonna find someone else?"

You smile at the concern he carries.

"No, Thomas. I will not find someone I love more than you."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Good. I don't know what I would do without you. I jus' don't know. Don't leave, Bea. Don't leave!"

He's frantic and begins to sob into the phone.

"Tom! It's okay! Please don't worry. I'm not going to leave you. Shh. It's okay."

He's never been like this before. The few times you've seen him get drunk he's happy and usually feeling frisky. Of course, he's usually sleeping before anything can happen.

"I miss you!" he wails.

"Tom, where are you?"

"I'm, um, at a bar."

"I gathered. Who are you with?"

"Um, the cast, and, uh, I met up with Chris."

"Hemsworth?"

"Uh-huh."

"Is he drunk?"

"I d-don't think s-so. He offered to drive us back to the hotel."

"Give him the phone."

"But-"

"Give it to him."

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POV Change

Tom wanders through the crowded bar looking for Chris. He finds him standing by a booth talking to someone that Tom should recognize, but doesn't, due to the alcohol coursing through his veins. Tom stops sheepishly in front of them and pokes Chris' arm, as though he's actually a five year old rather than a grown man.

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