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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 3, 2011 23:25:12 GMT -5
Bender smirked and shoved his hands into the deep pockets of his jacket. "I got 60 bucks worth a' 'stuff' on me right now. How much ya want?"
Spot cussed, his temper flaring at traffic as he finally got turned around and searched for somewhere to leave the car. He knew he was more than likely either going to get expelled or saturday detentions for the rest of his high school life, but he didn't care. All that mattered to him was getting to Max.
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Post by Race on Oct 3, 2011 23:33:27 GMT -5
Max had stolen sixty bucks from his dad's wallet before they'd left, he shoved it at the other, "Dere..." he said, looking behind him and behind Bender to make sure no one was around, the alcohol was slowly loosing it's buzzed and he was getting anxious and angry.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 3, 2011 23:41:58 GMT -5
Bender took the money, shoving it in his pocket, his hand re-emerging with a paper bag with the drugs in it. "Enjoy." he said, then disappeared down the alleyway.
About that time, Spot came running down the alley from the street, having dumped Vernon's car, still running, a little ways down the street, not really caring if someone took it or not. "I been lookin' all ovah fah you."
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Post by Race on Oct 3, 2011 23:46:04 GMT -5
Max shoved the bag into his coat, swaying a bit at his movements, his head felt like someone had cleavered it and he could smell the whiskey on himself, he was seeing two of Spot, "Why're dey two of ya..."he asked, still slurring a bit at the beginning, he steadied himself against the wall next to him, belching again.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 3, 2011 23:53:33 GMT -5
Spot noticed Max shove something in his pocket out of the corner of his eye and he had a pretty good idea of what it was, but didn't say anything for the moment. Spot reached out to steady his brother. "Ya gonna be okay, Max." he said, leaving his 'words of comfort' at that because he knew there were not words to make a situation like this right. That is, if Max was even still sober enough to remember why he had been drinking in the first place. "C'mon, let's go fa a ride. Gimme Blondie's keys."
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Post by Race on Oct 3, 2011 23:58:18 GMT -5
Max stared, "you drive?" he asked stupidly, he started patting himself all over looking for the keys, "Ah shit...blond...Blonda...she's gunna kill me...dey's in da car at..." he couldn't say her name, he felt his stomach churn and he hit one of the garbage cans vomiting up nothing but the irish whiskey, his throat burned and he was pretty sure his eyeballs had just bulged out of their sockets. He came back up leaning against the wall for support, "Jus' get me outta heah.." he attempted to move and leaned against Spot, feeling one of his knees go wobbly.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 4, 2011 0:04:45 GMT -5
Spot nodded, helping his brother back to the bucket of bolts that Vernon called a car, putting him in the front seat and getting into the driver's seat. Though no one had ever legitimately taught Spot to drive, he had driven Blondie's car several times when she was unable to. He'd never told Max though because he didn't have a liscense yet. Max also didn't know about his brother's ability to hotwire a car, though that was really no secret now.
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Post by Race on Oct 4, 2011 0:11:02 GMT -5
Max threw up in the floor boards a couple of times, ending up in the fetal position in the passenger seat, not wanting to get his boots dirty, his forehead pressed against the cold glass because it helped the throbbing pain in his skull, he stuck his hand in his jacket, making sure the bag was there, he looked at Spot, "s'where we goin'?" he'd freak out over him driving later, after he wasn't completely shitfaced and out of it.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 4, 2011 0:17:11 GMT -5
Spot shrugged. "I ain't takin' ya home like dis though. Wanna go ta da ol' tree house?"
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Post by Race on Oct 4, 2011 0:23:38 GMT -5
"sure" he'd forgotten how annoying it was after so much alcohol, his head was pounding and his throat was still burning from emptying his stomach out all over the floor. "God my head..." he muttered, burying his head into his knees, clenching his fingers against his shins. The clearer his head got the more the memory of earlier that day came in, her limp body, the destroyed room, it just made him angrier, more upset and more intent on kicking Kiyoni's ass or just forgetting, one of the reasons he'd went after Bender and his services.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 4, 2011 0:34:48 GMT -5
Spot felt bad for Max, but he didn't know what to say or do so he kept silent. If he had been in Max's position, that's what he would have wanted instead of someone trying to calm him down and whatnot. Spot sighed as he pulled up to their old hideout from younger days, putting the car in park and disconnecting the wires that had been keeping it running.
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Post by Race on Oct 4, 2011 11:49:31 GMT -5
MAx got out, staring at the treehouse, they'd built it themselves when Max was eleven and Spot was 8 or 9. They called it their hideout becuase they'd go here when their dad was particularly drunk, and you couldn't just lock the door to keep him out of the room. He felt his stomach turn flips, he made a mental note not to use Irish Whiskey to get drunk again. Something that didn't burn going up and coming down. He finally started thinking about her again, he went to his knees gripping his hair, just letting it all out with stifled yells and chocking gulps of air, tears streaming down his face, he didn't cry much at all ,especially in front of Spot, never in front of his brother. He was supposed to be the strong one, not the one who was a drunken,sobby mess right now.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 4, 2011 12:14:06 GMT -5
Spot knew Max didn't like for people to see him cry, so he gave him some space. He wanted to help his brother in some way, but there was nothing he could do. Feeling helpless and useless, he climbed up to the tree house, pulling himself up on top of it rather than inside so that he could stare at the river through the trees behind it. Dangling his legs over the side of the tree house roof, he watched the water and tried to think of a way to bring up the drug thing with Max. Spot didn't want to see his brother go back into that old slump...
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Post by Race on Oct 4, 2011 17:16:29 GMT -5
Max laid there on the ground staring at the sky. He was in deep thought, he'd give Kiyoni long enough to feel safe, and give Max enough time to pull himself together if he could. He looked sideways at Spot in the treehouse, kind of glad he'd given him his space, he wasn't sure he could handle people hugging and saying they were sorry, he hated someone else's pity and wasn't very receptive to it. He pushed himself up, attempting to brush the leaves off his coat and out of his hair, his head was still pounding and he knew the next morning would be hell. He got up and climbed up into the tree house, "hey." he said softly, it felt weird to be in this thing again, alot of their old stuff was still up here from when they were little.
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Post by Brooklyn on Oct 4, 2011 17:22:58 GMT -5
"Hey," Spot jumped down from the roof and went into the tree house, too, picking up one of his old slingshots and smirking slightly.
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