It's not your fault

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Tsaaq: He sat on the edge of the old ugly car with his cigarette in his mouth. He kept his phone to his ear as he rolled his eyes. "Okay but I don't care about your stupid prom and your stupid senior activities Hayley, I don't give a fuck." Remy angrily into the speaker.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan swerved his car into the parking lot across from the lots, slamming his foot on the brake to stop the car. Tipping his beer back to finish it off before climbing out of the car on wobbly legs. He sauntered across the parking lot, throwing the empty beer bottle at the garbage and watching it shatter before narrowing his eyes on Remy. He raised his voice and threw his hands into the air, heading over to him. "Remyyyyyy."-
Tsaaq: "No I'm not fucking jealous, high school is stupid and the only reason people like you now is because you barely wear clothes and give out handjobs. You're the fucking Kim Kardashian of Teaneck." He ranted then turned his head at the sound of his name. "What?" He asked in annoyance as he pulled his phone away. Remy's brows furrowed while looking at Bryan. "Okay bye Hayley. Bye I said." Remy said as he hung up his phone then glanced at Bryan. "Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" He asked then took a pull from his cigarette.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan staggered over toward Remy, placing his hand down on the side of the car to steady himself. "Nothing. What the fuck are you doing?" His eyes settled on the cigarette in his hand, nodding to him. "Yo, gimme one."-
TsaaqTsaaq : He raised his brow at him. "I was talking to my slut sister." Remy answered him with a shrug then pulled out his pack of cigarettes, opening it carefully. He gave him a skeptical glare and extended his head to hand him the cigarette. "Where the hell are your cigarettes?" Remy asked after blowing smoke from the corner of his mouth.
Tsaaq: (hand*))
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan reached his hand out to grab the cigarette from Remy's hand, pushing it up to his lips to pinch it there as he patted himself down for his lighter. "I don't fuckin' know. Yo, lemme borrow your lighter too?"-
Tsaaq: "What the-" He mumbled. Remy narrowed his eyes at him and went into his pocket for his lighter then slapped it into Bryan's palm. "Did you forget everything at home?" He asked as he took a slow pull and shook his head.
Alexithymiaa: -He cupped his hands around the end of the cigarette and flicked it to life before tossing it more so at Remy than back TO him. "I don't know... what the fuck ever..." He took a long drag from his cigarette before pulling it from his mouth, his eyes sweeping the area. "I shoulda brought beer. You got any beer?"-
Tsaaq: Remy frowned at Bryan after fumbling to catch his lighter. He huffily picked it from his lap and put it in his pocket. He began to glare at Bryan. "Do I look like a fucking 7-11?" He asked as he pointed to himself.
Alexithymiaa: -He crossed his arms over his chest and turned to lean back against the car, shrugging his shoulders. "You really wanna know the answer to that question?"-
Tsaaq: "I
Tsaaq: "I know the answer already, asshole. I'm not." He said with a raise of his brows, flicking the ash from his cigarette onto the dirty parking lot pavement. "No I don't have any magical beer stored in my magical endless pockets that can hold anything an everything. I forgot to pick that up before I left Talon. Sorry." He went on sarcastically.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan waved him off and pulled the cigarette from his mouth, blowing out a deep stream of smoke. "Okay fuckin' Mary fuckin' Poppins. Why don't you go back to your home on whore island?"-
Tsaaq: He continued to glare at Bryan. Remy waved the smoke away with his hand. "If I'm from whore island then you're from the island of pierced dicks named Doug." He retorted then inhaled from his cig with a roll of his eyes.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan stared blankly at Remy, bringing his cigarette back up to his lips to take a drag. "Okay...." He watched the drunks stumble out of the lots across the street, narrowing his eyes. "Think they got beer?"-
Tsaaq: "It's the lots, of course they have beer." Remy answered with his brows furrowed. He got up from the car and tossed his cigarette butt aside. "You obviously don't need any beer, though." He whispered.
Alexithymiaa: -He pulled the cigarette from his lips and leaned off the car, glaring at Remy. "What the fuck did you say? WHo the fuck are you to tell me if I do or don't need beer? Fuck you, dude."-
Tsaaq: Remy shook his head as he raised hand to Bryan. "Okay, you need to fucking chill. It isn't that serious." He said to him with his eyes widened. He looked up and down each side of the road then walked across the street near the bonfire. His eyes going to the keg then to the bucket of ice and beer. Remy picked up a bottle, unscrewing the top then got one for Bryan as well. "There? Happy now?"
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan staggered across the street behind Remy, making his way into the lots as he stumbled over his own feet. Grabbing the beer from his hand, he immediately twisted the cap off and tossed it to the ground, tipping the beer up to chug the contents for a long while.-
Tsaaq: "You okay?" Remy asked in a high pitched. "You feelin' better, buddy? Huh?" He patted Bryan's shoulder.
Alexithymiaa: -He pulled the bottle down after he finished off the contents, letting it slip from his fingers as he turned to look at Remy. "You know how much I hate that fuckin' voice."-
Tsaaq: He stifled a smirk and cleared his throat before taking a small sip from his bottle. "I was just asking..." Remy raised both of his brows and looked down at the empty bottle. "Welp, that was fast." He muttered and took another sip.
Alexithymiaa: -He brought his cigarette back up to his lips, taking a quick drag. "What? Was I not supposed to fuckin' drink it or some shit?"-
Tsaaq: Remy narrowed his eyes at him. "Who the fuck took a shit on your slice of pizza?" He asked with raised brow and a tilt of his head.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan stared at Remy blankly, almost in disbelief. "What... the fuck... did you even just fuckin' say?"-
Tsaaq: He scoffed loudly and threw his free hand into the air. "What the fucking parasite is making your asshole itch? Who rubbed their dick in your face while you were sleeping? What the fuck is eating at you that you're acting like even more of a Doug than usual?" Remy asked incredulously.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan tossed his cigarette butt down to the ground, stepping forward with his hands coming out in front of him to sloppily shove at Remy's chest, his voice raised to an unnecessary level. "What the fuck did you just say? How about you go fuckin' fuck yourself you fuck!"-
Tsaaq: "Okay calm the fuck down!" Remy staggered... sort of. His eyes scanned Bryan as he crossed his arms over his chest and stepped back over to him. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you on your period? Fuck!"
Alexithymiaa: -He curled his hand into a fist, swinging it forward toward Remy's face, but drunkenness and depth perception so he missed entirely, stumbling forward. "Fuck you!" He reached his hand out to steady himself on the wooden post, turning his head to look at Remy. "What the fuck do you want from me?"-
Tsaaq: Remy kept his skeptical glare before his eyes widened at the impending fist. When he realized the drunk bitch completely missed he shook his head and went over to Bryan. "Okay I don't know what you're talking about but you're drunk, just calm down." He said to him then stroked his beard. "What is wrong? Are you alright?" Remy asked clearly and loudly.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan sucked in a deep breath as he struggled to stand upright, staring hard at Remy's face. "Everythings fuckin' perfect! Okay? FUCKIN' PERFECT ALL THE FUCKIN' TIME!" He leaned to the side against the wooden post, nearly falling around it before catching his balance.-
Tsaaq: He stared at Bryan, lowering his hand to his short's pocket and lowered his head solemnly. He put his hand on Bryan's shoulder and let out a sigh. "Hey man..." He started in a whisper. "It's not your fault." Remy said gently to him.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan slapped Remy's hand off his shoulder as his balance faltered again. "What the fuck are you talking about?"-
Tsaaq: "It's not your fault, dude." He repeated to him. He gave Bryan a nod then a shrug. "It's just not."
Alexithymiaa: -bryan narrowed his eyes on Remy's face, staring at him for a good solid moment. "Dude... what... the fuck... are you... talking about? Because you lost me back at you're a fuckin' douchebag who keeps talking about shit that I don't know about... or something..."-
Tsaaq: Remy shook his head and patted Bryan's shoulder again. "Hey man, It's gonna be okay." He said reassuringly then walked back towards the ice bucket full of beers, rumaging around to find a cold one.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan dropped down to sit down on the edge of the beat up old couch, watching Remy go grab beers. "Dude... seriously? Stop fuckin' feeding me lines you read on the back of your wheaties this morning."-
Tsaaq: "It's actually Good Will Hunting but you're drunk so I'll give you a pass." He retorted and got himself a bottle and took a seat beside him as he screwed the cap off. "You don't get any, no beer for you." Remy said as he took a sip then put it down beside his feet.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan leaned over and smacked Remy's beer to the side on the ground. "Well fuck you too. Why do you have to be such a fuckin' condescending prick all the fuckin' time? Don't you know how to say anything else?"-
Tsaaq: He jumped up a bit as his beer toppled to the ground. Remy turned his head to look at Brian exasperatedly. "Really man?" He asked with a groan. "I am not condescending all the time, you're being over dramatic." Remy said dismissively and took out of his carton of cigs
Tsaaq: ((Bryan*))
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan threw his arms up in the air, raising his voice. "I'm not being overdramatic, you're being fuckin' overdramatic! Fuck you, dude!" He slumped back into the couch, moving his hands to drag them down the front of his face. "Everything fuckin' sucks."-
Tsaaq: "Okay seriously, I'm tired of you pulling this 'just the tip' bullshit on me." Remy sighed as he glared at him. "Just tell me what's wrong." He said with a shrug as he put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. "I mean everything does suck but why does it suck for you?"
Alexithymiaa: -He let his hands drop down into his lap, turning to look at Remy through bleary eyes. "Fuckin'..... I got so fuckin' shitfaced Thursday night I'm pretty sure I fucked my friend's sixteen year old sister and I don't remember shit, and then Aubrey went to go be a fuckin' whore in Chicago with that stupid ass wannabe cool bitch and everyone just needs to fuckin' die already."-
Tsaaq: Remy's mouth tightened as he stared at Bryan's visage. "Huh." He whispered curtly. "Ain't that some shit?" His voice went monotone as he stared off into the distance and remained silent for a bit until he finally cracked. "Man! Why the fuck are you fucking your friend's sister? Is that just a fucking thing now?" He asked angrily.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan blinked as he stared at Remy. "Are you fuckin' kidding me right now? I was fuckin' drunk! I don't even fuckin' remember doing it! Fuck you, dude! You judgemental asshole..."
Tsaaq: "I'm not judging you I was just wondering!" He shouted defensively. "Listen dude, take it from a guy who's fucked his friend's sister before. If it was by mistake and shit he'll eventually forgive you and you can just put that shit behind you and as for Aubrey being a whore, I mean it can't be that bad? She doesn't have a dick in her every five minutes or anything." He tried to say with comfort.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan slumped to the side, letting his head lull off the side of the couch. "He fuckin' knows! He won't tell me shit and he think's it's fuckin' hilarious!" He groaned and shifted to hang his arms off the end of the couch, letting his eyes close.-
Tsaaq: He put his hand on Remy's knee. "Dude! Don't worry, if he knows that's even better." He took his hand and sputtered. "Hey, you know all that means? The only person who has to forgive you is yourself." Remy said with a raised brow.
Tsaaq: ((*Bryan))
Alexithymiaa: "You're not helping..." He blew out a deep breath, groaning again. "I fuckin' hate you right now..."-
Tsaaq: "Okay fine. Shit. I don't know what to tell you Bryan, you fucked up and now you have to live with it." Remy blurted out after throwing his hands in the air. "And if Aubrey is a whore then what-the-fuck-ever. You know why? Cause you fucked a sixteen year old alright, you're not a fucking saint either."
Alexithymiaa: -He lifted his head up to look at Remy through squinted eyes. "Well what the fuck am I supposed to do now?"-
Tsaaq: Remy shrugged and slouched in his spot on the couch. "I don't know, you just live with it I guess. You existed before it happen, and you exist now. There's not much you can do about it, it's not like you can take it back or anything." He answered.
Alexithymiaa: -He placed his head down on the couch cushion that was probably crawling with AIDS pox. "Fuck my life... just fuckin' kill me."-
Tsaaq: "Okay but I can't kill you because I'd probably go to jail and you're my friend I guess so you dying might suck even though you're a dick most of the time." Remy said with a smirk as he gave him a playful shove.
Alexithymiaa: -He turned his head to look at Remy, raising his brows. "Thanks dude, I don't completely fuckin' hate you all the time too."-
Tsaaq: He smiled at him then nodded. "Well that's always good to hear." Remy laughed. "The upside is..." He trailed off while darting his eyes. "Just don't worry about it, eat some pizza, you'll be okay" Remy shrugged.
Alexithymiaa: -He moved his hand to scratch at the side of his head, fluffing his hair. "Think there's any pizza places open right now?"-
Tsaaq: "At central maybe, do you think so?" He asked with a tilt of his head. "We could check."
Alexithymiaa: -He shrugged, sliding off the edge of the couch to sit on the ground. "Do they fuckin' serve pizza for breakfast? Cause they fuckin' should. I'd eat the shit out of pizza for breakfast."-
Tsaaq: Remy got up and stretched a bit. "I don't think anybody serves pizza for breakfast but we can wait around for a pizza shop to open I guess. I don't know. Shit. I'm just hungry now." He complained as he touched his stomach. "Get off the grass one time I saw a guy get blow on this couch."
Alexithymiaa: -He pulled himself up to his feet uneasily, waivering for a moment before he was sure he was able to stay upright. "So then let's fuckin' go get food."-
Tsaaq: "You're not driving." Remy said as he jogged across the street to his car and opened up the driver's side door.
Alexithymiaa: "What the fuck! I'm hungry though!" He strolled through the lot and crossed the street without paying any mind to possible cars that might be coming his way, making his way over to his car. "How the fuck else am I supposed to get food?"-
Tsaaq: He got into the car and rolled down the window to yell at Bryan. "Listen asshole, you're drunk. Get in this fucking car and we'll get food together just get in here before you kill yourself driving in this state."
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan lifted his hand to flip Remy off before staggering around to the other side of the car, pulling the door open and dropping into the passenger seat. "Okay, but I've never driven your sick ass car and you should fuckin' let me 'cause this is sweet."-
Tsaaq: "NO!" Remy shouted as he started the car. "You're not driving any car, asshole. You're drunk." He said loudly to Bryan as he put his lambo in drive and propelled forward, stopping short. "Shit, put on your seatbelt before you die or something." Remy muttered as he fastened the seatbelt on Bryan then on himself. With a scoff he turned the wheel and began to drive down the vacant side of the road.