1 Work in the helvetica chronicles
29 Jan 2012
The bottle of Johnnie Walker explodes against the wall like an ineffective bomb. Shards of black glasses and droplets of amber alcohol skitter across the living room wall and the lush carpet. Tony had thrown it suddenly, unexpectedly, and the crash the bottle made as it shattered was louder than their argument had been. It strikes Steve—as abruptly as the bottle had struck the wall—that none of the arguments he and Tony have had in months have been louder than an idle conversation, and all have been just as easily forgotten.
"What—" Steve begins, but his throat and tongue are dry and his voice creaks woodenly. He tries to swallow. "Tony, what happened to us—"
- Part 1 of irish irish coffee