Take a shot {•Beeduo•}

Fucked up

But..

Tubbo couldn't hold himself to do it.

He had no real reason not to,

He just.. couldn't.

You:
Eh nothing really
Read: 5:40

Storyteller:
Hm
I'll see you later tho?
Read: 5:41

You:
Yessir
Read: 5:41

Storyteller:
I'll be counting on it
;)
Read: 5:42

Tubbo smiled and put his phone down.

Just a few hours.

Now, when someone with a very fucked up mindset is alone with nothing but their thoughts, nothing good ever really comes from it.

'Only a few hours' Tubbo had told himself.

And god when your sad does a few hours feel like an eternity.

Tubbo, much to no one's surprise, spent a good chunk of his time crying.

For a twenty year old man, he felt like he cried the same amount as an infant that day.

..

Oh don't think the tears are over.

They're only just getting started.

But, Tubbo can worry about that later.

Now, Tubbo was focused on throwing himself up and out of his couch.

He shakily stood up, his face still stained, and his body yelling at him to sit back on the couch.

Obviously, Tubbo didn't listen and grabbed his keys and phone.

I guess I'm walking to the bar once again.

Tubbo hurried out of his house, shutting and locking it.

He stuck to the sidewalk, the sky slowly falling to dark.

After the long walk, he made it to the place he could go when he had moments like this.

Maybe this would become his favorite place to go.

Tubbo shook his head free of thoughts and walked inside the building.

As usual, blinding lights, room shaking music, and the awful smell of drunkies sweating and rubbing their bodies against one another.

Speaking of usual, the bar was empty.

It's like he had his own time reserved just to be alone on the bar.

Well, not really alone.

He'd always chat with the bartender.

Tubbo sat on the same barstool he'd always sit on and dragged his fingers across his eyes, trying to dry them.

He could feel the bags under his eyes and groaned.

"Well glad to know someone's in a good mood."

The same bartender welcomed, making eye contact with Tubbo.

"Fuck off." Tubbo slammed his head onto the cool counter.

"What's the heaviest shit you got?"

"Yeah, no. I see you didn't walk in with anyone today."

"I walked here, I can walk home."

"Like I said. If you wanna get hit by a car."

"Hey, maybe at this point I do. Might as well just walk onto the road now. Come on, hit me pussies." Tubbo mumbled into the wood.