MOVED TO CELESTAEI

Winston and Monty at prom. PART 2

tw:   drinking,   death,   violence.   change   pronouns   as   necessary.

i had no place to turn.

you mad at me or something?

why would i be mad at you?

i feel like i let you down.

you can’t always be the hero.

i could really use the quiet.

it’s gonna be fine. we’ll get through this.

i trust that you will be on your best behavior tonight.

i mean, really. what’s the point?

why are you doing this?

i want to help you.

you have no idea how hard i’ve worked.

is all this necessary?

there’s no better window into a person’s character than the decisions that they make while under duress.

what the hell is this?

i knew this was too good to be true.

someone’s had a little too much to drink.

you go to hell, you sick motherfucker.

i don’t think i can do this.

you’re fucking crazy.

the least you could do is show a little fucking respect.

psycho little bitch.

you heard me, bitch.

opening your mouth was a big mistake.

i will fuck that guy up if i get the chance.

they want us to turn on each other.

yeah, we’re fucked.

they’re gonna kill us.

i’ve been through worse.

let’s just get it over with.

what the fuck is the matter with you people?

what did i ever do to you?

it’s just like life, isn’t it? no do-overs.

he needs medical attention.

can i stab her anywhere?

put some pressure on it.

can you breathe?

she’s not unconscious. she’s dead.

i tried to help her.

you made a decision and there’s a consequence.

keep your sarcasm to yourself.

they shot him.

is there a way out?

you’re lucky you didn’t get us all killed.

keep your petulant mouth shut.

why are you pointing a gun in my face?

now he’s dead.

i can’t do it.

that isn’t possible.

it’s over. we’re done. we can go home.

i think we have some things in common.

you’re here for someone else, right?

i’ll bet you’d do anything for him.

i know exactly how you feel.

i believe a “thank you” is in order.