Wine 'n' Dine Duo One Shots

The Argument / Boozes Death

“BOOZO TO THE BOSSES OFFICE!” the underpaid stage manager called out from behind stage doors. Booze grumbled and slammed his bottle down on a nearby table and began to drag himself over to The Bosses office, very slowly. He clicked the door open to the dimly lit office, smelling the dust and damp. “This place is so fucking shit.” Booze thought to himself, his head spinning from the hard liquor he was previously drinking.

“Take a seat Barrett.” the manager spoke in a serious tone. “We have to talk..”
“Alright?. The fuck d’ya want?..” Booze snapped back in a sarcastic, mocking tone.

He sat down with a thud, the chair creaking. Wiping the sticky alcohol residue from the side of his lip. “Go on, get on with it. I have shit to do.”
“Well, uhm.. that's not so true anymore Barrett.”
“Ey?”
“You're fired. We can't keep tolerating drinking at work! This is a children's attraction!. (atleast in the morning..)” The Manager shouted across the table, the sound bounced off of the bare, peeling walls.

“What the fuck. What the fuck. WHAT THE FU-” Booze stopped himself, “I've always hated this place, I hope you die. Piss off.”

He stood up, scraping the chair harshly against the floor. He slammed the door so hard it left a small crack in the thin smoke-stained glass. Booze’s large boots thunked against the concrete floor and down the long corridor, children's party music and the sound of laughter echoed from the nearby room. It was Chuckles’ room.

“Did you guys know I'm, really, really good at throwing bean bags?”
“Chuckles, why is Boozo mad?” a child spoke up.
“I- Huh- what??”
Chuckles would glance around the room before looking out into the hallway and noticing booze. He sort of just looked back at the kids before simply walking out of the room to go speak to booze, “Hey, Booze!” Chuckles shouted down the hallway, waving in Booze’s general direction. The thuds off Booze's feet stopped, he stopped; well he stood as still as he could whilst being drunk out of his mind. “Shit..” Booze mumbled under his breath, stumbling to the nearest wall and propping himself. The world around him spun. Chuckles had a worried expression, walking over to booze and grabbing his arm, “Are you okay?? Are you sick??” Chuckles questioned him worriedly, still holding onto his arm. “Don't.. **hiccup** don't fuckin’ touch me Charlie.” Booze glared at him, he didn't want to but his mind told him otherwise. His body was tense. Chuckles opened his mouth to say something but shut it before he said anything, he looked at booze before tightening his grip, “But if i let go you could fall over and hurt yourself!!”
“Charlie, I said.. DONT FUCKIN’ TOUCH ME!.” Booze yelled, disregarding the children down the hall, he ripped his arm away from Chuckles, almost falling over in the process. Why was he acting like this, this isn't him.
Chuckles lowered his voice a little, moving his hand closer to his chest, the clown persona breaking a little, “Barrett.., what’s going on with you right now?.. Look just.. sit down, talk to me-”
“I don’t need to fuckin’ “sit down”. I'm perfectly fine” He steadied himself and put his arms out, “Look, see, I'm fine.” He turned and began to walk towards the main doors, almost knocking multiple things over. Chuckles followed close behind, trying to make sure he doesn't topple over and get hurt on the rough concrete flooring.

The rain poured. Heavy rain. The fog was thick, almost opaque.

“Fuck, man could you stop followin’ me?!..”
“Can I not make sure my fiancée is ok? Especially in this fog.., you literally can't stand Barrett.”
Chuckles felt hands on his shoulders, Booze’s hands. Booze shoved Chuckles away from him and back *onto the pavement*.
“Barrett, please!..”
“CHARLIE, PLEASE JUST FUCK OFF!..”
“Barrett, just talk to me-” Chuckles noticed headlights, approaching fast.
“SHIT, THERE'S A!-”
…
“Barrett?...”

Co-written by FAT pig rowan.