Post by Holden Ross on Jun 15, 2019 23:06:01 GMT -5
“You should just stay here tonight, Holden; you’re too messed up to be driving…” Tabitha pleads with him. He gives her a lopsided grin, on rubbery legs, and winks with a bloodshot and unfocused eye.
“I got thish!” he slurs as he stumbles towards her door. She looks, with uncertainty, at her half-sister Stephanie who is shaking her head in disgust.
“Let him kill himself, Tee! Just pray he doesn’t hit someone else and hurt them in the process!” Stephanie barks at her younger sister. She does not approve of, nor like, her sisters career nor choice of a man. “He's a drunk piece of shit….let him go!”
“I can’t! Please, help me get him to my couch?” Tabitha pleads with her. And it works! Stephanie, along with Tabitha, guide the Bastard over to her couch where he collapses forward. Only his aim is off. He lands on the edge of the couch with his right should and the impact spins him like a top. In the blink of an eye his body slams into the floor like a sack of potatoes. It knocks the wind out of him and he lies there, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, while his hands open and clench into fists. The sisters exchange a concerned look before he gasps in a lungful of air. A coughing fit ensues and he vomits onto the hardwood floor before passing out.
“Charming,” Stephanie says, “I can see why you have a thing for him....he's just like Dad….”
“Fuck you. Are you gonna help me clean this up or not?”
Stephanie shakes her head. “Nope. Your asshole. Your mess.” She blows her sister a kiss before letting herself out, leaving Tabitha standing over her Prince Charming where he lays on his side next to apile of regurgitated cheeseburger and fries.
“Fuck me….” She says as she heads for the kitchen to grab the roll of paper towels and some cleaning products. That fat, flying bastard, Cupid, sure has a sense of humor at times….
“I got thish!” he slurs as he stumbles towards her door. She looks, with uncertainty, at her half-sister Stephanie who is shaking her head in disgust.
“Let him kill himself, Tee! Just pray he doesn’t hit someone else and hurt them in the process!” Stephanie barks at her younger sister. She does not approve of, nor like, her sisters career nor choice of a man. “He's a drunk piece of shit….let him go!”
“I can’t! Please, help me get him to my couch?” Tabitha pleads with her. And it works! Stephanie, along with Tabitha, guide the Bastard over to her couch where he collapses forward. Only his aim is off. He lands on the edge of the couch with his right should and the impact spins him like a top. In the blink of an eye his body slams into the floor like a sack of potatoes. It knocks the wind out of him and he lies there, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, while his hands open and clench into fists. The sisters exchange a concerned look before he gasps in a lungful of air. A coughing fit ensues and he vomits onto the hardwood floor before passing out.
“Charming,” Stephanie says, “I can see why you have a thing for him....he's just like Dad….”
“Fuck you. Are you gonna help me clean this up or not?”
Stephanie shakes her head. “Nope. Your asshole. Your mess.” She blows her sister a kiss before letting herself out, leaving Tabitha standing over her Prince Charming where he lays on his side next to apile of regurgitated cheeseburger and fries.
“Fuck me….” She says as she heads for the kitchen to grab the roll of paper towels and some cleaning products. That fat, flying bastard, Cupid, sure has a sense of humor at times….