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⭒❃.✮:▹ TW: mentions of murder, blood, swearing, semi-graphic scenes, etc. ◃:✮.❃⭒
"You're with Vinnie Peruzzi, counting down the all-time smooth operators. Be the tenth caller, and Patricia will give you a ride on the human margarita mixer. Ay, caramba!" A radio voice persona blares through the home along with an air horn and an old song
At the loud noise Edith wakes up with no recollection of how she ended in what felt like a bed. Opening her eye's Edith is met with Dick's face staring back at her as they lay in a bed making them sit up in a hurry.
"What the fuck?" Edith looks around the white bedroom as she knew no one with a house that white
"Where the fuck? How did we..."
"I'm asking you!" Edith exclaims thinking he would have some answer
"I don't know." Dick answers standing up from the bed and looking around the room from a different vantage point
"God." Edith looks down at her blue satin matching pajamas in disgust "Who put these on me?"
"Probably the same person who put these on me." Dick points at his pajama set both - even before being in a relationship - that matching set of pajamas would never be something they'd sleep in
"You don't remember?" Edith asks with worry because everything just kept going wrong the previous day
"All I remember is being surrounded by the Sheriff and his guys." Dick runs a hand through his hair doing his best to remember "Sebastian and his mother, too."
"The last thing I remember, was driving back into town" Edith states trying to sound certain but wasn't
"Fuck." Dick curses the view from the window made them learn nothing of their surroundings "They must have drugged us."
With the sudden urgency of knowing she wasn't the only one in the RV Edith starts to worry, "Where's Kory?"
Trying to think Dick turns off the radio by the bed only for the music to still run through the two story house. It was a good beautiful house with an amazing backyard and if they hadn't woken up in it without knowing how they got there it would have been a dream house to have.
Their espresso machines was set on a timer, there was leftovers in the fridge and there was even photos of the couple framed all around the house that made it seem like the had lived there for quite some time.
So when some guy called looking for Teddy the writing on a painting made sense to Edith.
"Ted and Linda," Edith reads off the wall and her attention on the frame made Dick read it as well "Someone had their hands on us last night. Drugged us and tucked us in. Why the hell would they do that when they could've killed us?"
