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“Suit yourself,” Chucky couldn’t care less if he actually wanted any. He’d done his part by offering. Finishing off the 3 remaining lines, Chucky gave a holler of enjoyment, one trickle of blood running from his nose. “You should enjoy the view, if you ain’t gonna enjoy the drugs,” he nods at a girl walking half naked across the edge of the pool. “Or do you have a stick up your ass?”

Eyes are unblinking as he watches Sam take a few lines, expression rather hungry. He liked watching her do things; anything, really. Getting high together was one of their many activities, even before whatever the fuck was happening here. He missed it. He missed her. “You know I never disappoint, baby,” he says, taking the bottle after she’s drunk from it, taking down a good portion before handing it back with a wet smile, droplet running from the corner of his lips and down his chin. “Just like old times, right?”

“I’m a lot of stuff, sweetheart, but I ain’t a liar,” he watches her take a hit before placing the mirror down behind him. Pupils grow in size, until he looks wild, though attitude wise, he’s feeling fine, acting normal- he’s done this enough times to be able to keep his shit straight. “Don’t know what these pricks are trying to do with us, but whatever it is- as long as the drugs keep comin’- I couldn’t give a shit less,”

Chucky makes no subtlety of glancing over her as she stretches, only pushes his sunglasses over his eyes when she settles back down. “If I didn’t know better, I would think that sounded a big suggestive,” he practically coos, pulling out a cigarette, and offering her one. “If you wanna suck my dick so bad, just ask. Ain’t like I’m gonna say no,”

“My hands. Strong as fuck, plus it feels real good doin’ it.” A grin. “Not that I would know, of course.”

“Maybe, if she asked. Couldn’t see me doin’ it because of some stupid game, though. We’re int his together, her and I.”

“Debatable, on the commitment front, but she never asked for commitment, see. That was all on me. With her, things are just... well, not to get into th’sappy shit, but they’re different, y’know? So love her? Yeah, sure.”

She’s always been a tease, and that’s one of the things Chucky loved most about her. Yes, loved. Not by money, not by sex. Trust him- he felt crazy for it. The kiss drives him up the wall, eyes half lidded when she pulls away again, steps away. “And yet, you never married me,” he says, sort of pouty, as he slid his hands into his pockets. He never took his eyes off of her, despite her taking in the wondrous look of the building. “Why?”

“Yeah, probably,” Despite him being the first one to speak, he’s not really listening to the reply. It’s more of a rhetorical question, as he pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. He gives a holler up toward the rafters, voice echoing, birds spreading as the noise reaches them. It’s followed by a laugh, smoke rising up as he looks at the girl. “Kinda scary, right? That we all just kinda showed up here?” He doesn’t look scared, but he’s hoping she is.

“We got’a lot’a history. I was a fucked up kid, he was a fucked up guy. He’s pretty okay, for a dad. Never had a good father figure before he came around. Think I would’a ended up like this, if I had?” there’s a scoff, and a laugh, and a shake of his head. “Th’guy’s got’a lot goin’ on, but he gets me. That’s just how it is,”

"What goes better together than crazy and crazy? Of course I would.” he asks with a bright grin. It turns sadistic, after a moment. “And I’d watch your mouth, talkin’ about her like that. Unless you wanna lose your tongue,”

Chucky snorts, lighting up a cigarette. “I don’t own her, y’know? She can fuck anyone she wants. Just as long as she comes back t’me. That’s all I care about.”

chucky & gir ; @gonnaeetu .

chucky & barry ; @mosthost .