Page 185 of The Holy Grail
EVAN: Jesus Christ, she’s met my sister.
JULES: Well, she either doesn’t remember what your sister looks like, or she thinks you have two sisters, because she let me into your apartment.
JULES: Please don’t tell me you’re in a bar.
This time, the response took longer to come.
EVAN: Fine, I won’t tell you that.
JULES: So, you are in a bar.
JULES: Which one?
EVAN: That’s for me to know, and you NOT to know.
JULES: Wrong answer.
JULES: Not to mention beyond childish.
JULES: So, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to get your ass into an Uber and come back to your apartment. If you don’t, I will start calling every bar in a ten mile radius, give them your description, and ask if you’re there.
JULES: When I find you, I’ll come to that bar and drag you out of there like the child you’re being.
EVAN: You can be really fucking annoying, you know that?
JULES: I’m aware. And don’t you dare count that as a red flag.
JULES: So, what’s it going to be? Are you coming home, or do I have to start googling local bars?
EVAN: Fine.
EVAN: I’ll be home soon.
Jules then texted Malcom.
JULES: I finally made contact with Evan.
JULES: He’s in a bar.
MALCOM: Is he okay?
JULES: Aside from probably drinking too much, I assume he’s okay, but I’ll keep you posted.
JULES: He’s on his way here now.
When he arrived home fifteen minutes later, she heard him coming up the stairs like they were giving him trouble, and met him at the door. After letting him in, she took in his split lip and bruising chin, before pulling him in for a full body hug. “I’ve been worried about you.”
“I’m sorry, Squirt,” he apologized, swaying against her.
“Mal’s been worried about you, too.”
Evan didn’t respond to that, and as she continued to just hold him, she became aware of an unknown smell lingering on him. “Why do you smell like cheap cologne?” she asked, putting a little distance between them.
His expression became pained. “It’s not what you’re thinking.”
“I’m trying to not think anything,” she told him evenly. “But you’ve been out for three hours, getting drunk in a bar, and you smell like a man who isn’t Mal. So, an explanation is definitely necessary.”
He was silent for a few seconds. “Okay, well there was a man at the bar—” he broke off at her raised eyebrows. “John or Sean, I’m not sure, and he—”
