Hi, let's pretend that you write music as well. Don't attack me s'il vous plait!
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You lay against the carpeted floor in the recording studio, Stuart pressed his Casio keys as he continues to finish the beats. You feel disoriented from the alcohol that's been lingering in the beer, or was it a beer? You don't remember.
You never drink this many bottles of liquor before, coping with break up with beers is not your thing- you prefer sulking while eating ice cream.
"Shouldn't love you but I couldn't help it," You sang lowly, gazing up towards the ceiling. You groaned as looked over at Stuart. You smelled the intoxicating aroma of a cigarette, you grimaced and look over at Stuart.
"Have you tried eating a cigarette before?" You asked him, eyes squinting as your eyesight begins to blur.
"Uh, yeah. The first smoke I did, I don' know wot t'do wit the remnants." He chuckled, removing the cigarette from his lips. You smiled.
"I sure hope Murdoc won't find out about us, drinking his beers." You laughed. You closed your eyes for a brief moment and sucked a breath. You hear Stuart's small notes on the Casio, you felt calm.
You reached for the bottle of beer beside you but stopped when Stuart's fingers gripped against your wrist. You looked at it for a moment, stunned on what's happening. "What?" You whispered.
"That's enough, love. It's late and yew're drunk." Stuart said. You looked at him and cackled a laugh. "Oh, I'm not drunk. I just need to forget- I mean drink this before it's going to waste." You said, continue on reaching the liquor.
"Y/n, no." Stuart determinedly stated. You looked at him, arched an eyebrow.
"Geez old man, give me a break." You wiped your eyes and breathed in slowly. "Just- just let me forget him, just this once." You said, eyes closed. You opened your eyes and locked gaze with Stuart.
He can't help but worry over you, he pursed his lips and nodded. He looses his gripped on you, and sighed. You grabbed the bottled beer and sat up.
"Cheers to us, " you mumbled, eyeing the bottle. You sighed and pressed it against your lips, the bitter liquor run down your throat. You shook your head and felt the world around you became fuzzy, you smiled lightly.
"Wow, my eyelids are heavy as fuck." You muttered and chuckled for a bit.
Stuart sighed and stood up. "Hey, where are you going?" You asked.
"Gettin' more beer, " he replied.
You nodded and lay back on the warm carpeted floor, head aching and eyelids are getting heavier and heavier. What a world.
What are you doing? Getting drunk over some bubbled headed guy? This is not you, Y/n. This is someone else. You thought you sighed in regret- holding the bottle in front of you, you sucked your teeth and put the glass beside you.
You massaged your temple as the feeling of being disoriented deteriorated, you begin to groaned excruciatingly. You have never been this drunk before, the feeling of it makes you cringe in pain.
"Why must you hurt me in this way?" You questioned no one. You run your fingers through your damp scalp as the moon peeked on the window, giving a glow to you.
A couple of minutes later, footsteps were coming. You didn't care, it must be Stuart coming back.
You closed your eyes.
"What's happening here?" A muffled voice spoke. You grimaced. Who was that? "Oi, time girl! Wake up!"
You shot your eyes as you finally familiarized the voice, "Jesus Christ, Murdoc?" You said.
"Did you just drank all my beer?" He asked, bluntly. Didn't even said hello.
You smiled lightly, as his standing figure was opaque. You don't have to see his face yey.
"No. Ugh," you sat up. You rubbed your temple. "We made a song! Do you wanna hear it?" You exclaimed.
"Uh- no." He spat. "You just drank all me beer!"
You gasped. "I did noooot."
"Yes, you did,"
"Nooo," you groaned.
"Yes you did," he said again.
"I did not, me and-" timely, Stuart came in. Holding a bottle of beer.
Murdoc swiftly turned to him, flickering his eyes to the beer in Stuart's hands. "Pot, did you tell her where my secret beers are!?" Murdoc outrageously commented.
"N-no, Muds, she found it." Stuart quivered.
"How!?" Murdoc exclaimed again.
"It was obvious, behind a plant? Really? Even a four-year-old can find it." You rolled your eyes.
Stuart walked towards you, giving you the 'beer'. You smiled.
"Give me that!" Murdoc stomps his way to you.
"Hands off!" You extend your arms so he couldn't reach it.
"I'm gonna break your arm," he threatened.
"Aah! I'm not surprised," you mocked.
You hugged the beer closed to your chest so he wouldn't reach it. You stood up, legs wobbled. "Haaa," you wheezed and drank the beer quickly.
But something was off, "Am I drunk or does this taste like saltwater?" You wiped your lips and smelled the liquid. "Still taste good to me," you drank it again.
"This is where we know yew're drunk, Y/n." Stuart said. You put down the bottle and arched an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Because tha' is wotah."
You gasped. Eyes gazing at the two men in front of you. "Huh?" You confusedly asked.
"Tha' is wotah." Stuart said again.
Ah fuck. You are drunk, you snickered a laugh and gave it to Murdoc. He looked at you confusedly, "Ugh," he groaned and turned his back and went off.
Murdoc was supposed to get more beer since he ran out. But found you drunk, lying on the floor. He grimaced as he paced in the hallways, he looked down on the bottle.
"I'll just get more tomorrow," Murdoc said to himself, as he entered the elevator.
On other side of plastic beach, Stuart helped you stood up. You were wobbling like a person who just learnt to stand up.
"Ugh, I can't believe I even let you drank tha' many," Stuart mumbled to you. His voice was opaque and distant. You flickered, eyes blurry.
"I'm fine," you smiled. Both of you walk out of the recording.
You weren't sure where he was taking you, but whatever. You're tired and drunk. "Oi, oi." You called him, Stuart laced his arm around your waist as he helped you walk. "Didn't you sold...uh the Geep." You said, craning your head towards his.
His eyes dilated, "eeEeh," he mumbled.
"Or was it the Winnebago? I honestly don't know. But I heard you sold the Mhmmm--" Stuart quickly covered your mouth. You struggled to get his hands off of you, but soon he removed it once you both entered the elevator.
"Don't do that again," you muttered. Eyes flickering. Stuart was having a hard time gripping on to you, your arm around his broad shoulders.
"Hey, stu..." you slur. You sighed deeply.
"Yea?" He replied.
"You're pretty, do you know that?" Your head hung low, the vision became blurry. Stuart looks down at you, astonished. "I mean, yeah, people see you pretty." You muttered again.
Stuart's cheeks became pinkish. His hands gripped tightly around your waist. "And Murdoc's hot but he's just...ugh, abusive." You said again.
The elevator door opened, Stuart leads you out. You let him guide you, your eyes closed.
A door opened up.
Before you could even open your eyes, he tucked you to bed, the soft blankets and pillows under you. You felt him took off your borrowed shoes from Noodle, he puts it aside. You groaned, sleepily. "Hey, thanks by the way For sticking with me while I'm having my usual break downs." You said.
A slight smile is plastered on his face. He ruffled your hair and turned off the lights. You heard the door close and with that, you fell asleep.
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Morning came and that is when you thought life fucked you harder even more, you sat up. Groaning from the massive pain from your stomach to your head. You shut your eyes, clutching onto your head. "Ugh, my head..." you slurred.
You slowly opened your eyes, you gaze around the unfamiliar room. This must be the guest's bedroom. Your legs hung on the bed's edge. Your eyes slipped onto the night stand beside you, a note next to a glass of water.
'For the hangover.'
-Stuart.
You smiled lightly and reached for the glass. You drank it all up and fully stood up, you stretched- head still aching.
You stumbled towards the available bathroom inside your room, once you opened it you expected it to be like the others, all mouldy and dirty but this one is different, it's dusty but presentable.
"Hm, not bad." You walk towards the toilet.
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The elevator opened up, you walk outside and went straight to the kitchen. You heard the television turned on, you craned your head to see who it was.
"Whoa, hey Murdoc." You greeted, walking towards him.
"Come look at this!" He quickly said, he turned up the volume as a kid popped in the tv. Not any kid, Justin Bieber. You arched an eyebrow and sat next to him.
"Yeah so? It's just Justin Bieber, what? You're into children now?" You said.
"Noo, everybody's been liking that douche. Can't believe we've been surpassed by a 15 year old." He muttered.
"Yeah, well, everybody loves him." You assumed.
"Uh, not me, love." Murdoc grunted.
"No shit." You replied.
Both of you stare into the tv as the news reporter said something. You bit your lip and hesitate to ask about something to Murdoc, "Aren't you angry?" You asked.
"I am. But nevermind that I'm going out anyway, " he said, standing up.
"W-where are you going?"
"None of your concern, " he said. He walks away. You stood up and followed him.
"Can I come?" You asked, tailing before him.
"Hm, if you want to be my assistant on handling the cargos, then yes." He said, never taking a glimpse.
"Yey! Can Stuart come too?" You said, entering the elevator with him.
"Well, duh. He's my slave. Where ever I am, he's there. Which is, he's obligated to be."
"Oh joy! I'm gonna wake him up." You quickly pressed the underground button of the elevator. "But, what things am I gonna carry though?" You asked again.
"Groceries." He said, glancing at you.
Your heart leaped in excitement, "Food? Really?" You squealed.
"Yeah, I have some unfinished business to accompany in the other side so, you and face ache can get the groceries for me."
"Sure thing, boss." You replied. The elevator door opened. You stepped outside and sprinted towards Stuart's room.
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HI EVERYONE I'M SO SORRY IF I AM DELAYED AGAIN. I'M SO LAZYYY I CAN'T- ANYWAYS HOPE YOU ARE WELL AND PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT!
I DIDN'T PROOFREAD THIS SO I APOLOGIZE IF THERE ARE GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AND TYPOS!
BYE!