pt 2 to oneshot no. 79
tw: swearing
tw: alcohol
CLAYS PERSPECTIVE:
Bad slams the door shut and I stumble over to my bed, sitting on the edge of it. My legs still feel weak as hell. Bad looks fuming, a hand on his hip and the other brushing over his face. I can see why he's angry- I've been drinking, came home drunk off my head at 3am while he's been waiting for me and I'm here with 2 hickeys. Not 1, 2.
"Bad, c'mon, it's nothing, I swear," I say, quietly. Honestly, Bad being mad can seriously be scary. I still can't look him in the eyes.
"No, Dream, it's not nothing. Because you have a legitimate business and multi-million-dollar brand that you're meant to take care of and instead here you are getting drunk and coming home at 3am while I stay up all night waiting for you. You absolutely reek of beer."
I feel like I wanna cry.
"A month. Grounded for a month. You're not leaving this house unless I say you can," Bad growls. He turns to leave.
"But-"
"No buts."
The door slams.
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