Ryker lunges forward, placing his hands on their shoulders and forcing them to make eye contact. “Hey. I want you here. I know I fucked things up. But that doesn’t mean I love you any less. Please stay. Just for a little. And if you need to go that’s ok too.”

Ryker sighs and rolls his eye as the other laughs like a hyena, slipping the giant head off and letting it roll away. “I…it was on my doorstep. Some type of gift, unlabeled.” Shrugging he hides his embarrassment with another chug of liquor. “I…i missed you.. a lot…”

Ryker sighs and rolls his eye as the other laughs like a hyena, slipping the giant head off and letting it roll away. “I…it was on my doorstep. Some type of gift, unlabeled.” Shrugging he hides his embarrassment with another chug of liquor. “I…i missed you.. a lot…”

I take all the checks. “sans was better”

is dead, but manages to not be ashamed anyways.

I take all the checks. “sans was better”

[txt] mine. bring your choice of hard liquor; im looking to get messed up. and mix it with some vodka.

Morticia chuckled softly at that last text before turning her phone off and throwing it onto her recliner. She reached under her bed for a bottle of vodka she had stashed under her bed, smiling once Piss dropped onto her bed. “Hey, man. Been a while,” she replied, swirling around the alcohol in the bottle.

“Eh, I know it’s a problem. I just choose to not do anything about it,” Morticia added before she laughed as well, cliking her bottle back against their’s. “I’ve been okay. I think my drinking’s gotten worse, but who cares? How’re you?” She popped open her bottle and chugged some of her vodka down.

Morticia nodded some as she took another long drink from her bottle, sinking back into her bed. “No. I’m not going. I can’t even stand to look at Ryker anymore. He fucking forgot about me like I was just… nothing. So, I’m not going to the stupid wedding. Are you?”

“So, old Ryker really has left a trail of hearts. Huh. And uh. Gee, I uh,” They take a sip to avoid the question. Honestly, Piss didn’t know whether they were going to the wedding or not at this point. It seemed like he might need the support, clearly there was a lot of people upset about it. But it was kind of his fault… But that doesn’t mean Ryker shouldn’t have a good wedding. It was just.. a mess, and just thinking about it all made Piss take another drink.

“Hey, it’s alright… I get that. That’s what the alcohol’s for, man. I get it. I really do. I mean, I like Ryker and all, but he’s just… ugh, I dunno.” She took another big drink, her cheeks flushing faintly from the alcohol as a little hiccup bubbled out of her chest. Honestly, she didn’t really know how she felt about Ryker anymore. She couldn’t really tell.

“He has a kid? Probably with the.. fucking chick he’s marrying. Not like I fucking care.” She mumbled, chugging down the rest of her vodka and throwing the bottle onto the floor. “I dunno.. lemme- lemme have some of your booze,” she whined as she made grabby hands towards Piss’ bottle, wanting some more in her to keep her buzzed. “I just don’t wanna think..”

“I know how to handle my liquor, dude.. then again, I tried killing myself, like seven times, by drinking myself to near death, but I’m okay. I can handle myself..” she slurred as she started drinking from the bottle she got from Piss, clutching onto the neck with both hands. “Thank you for- for coming here with me. I feel a lot less lonely..”

“No, it’s alright if you puke in here. There’s a little trash can by the end of my bed, if you wanna use that,” she replied with a scrunch of her face as they patted it. She then chugged down the rest of the booze, letting the bottle slip from her hands before she loudly burped into her hands.

Morticia glanced over to Piss as they started throwing up, flopping forward to sit close and rub their back. “I’m doing okay. Probably not in the morning, but right now, I’m good. If it helps, I have some Tums and stuff in the bathroom. Or if you need anything else, just tell me.” She wiped away some drool from her lips, shuddering slightly at how much she was acting like Rick at the moment.

[txt] mine. bring your choice of hard liquor; im looking to get messed up. and mix it with some vodka.

Morticia chuckled softly at that last text before turning her phone off and throwing it onto her recliner. She reached under her bed for a bottle of vodka she had stashed under her bed, smiling once Piss dropped onto her bed. “Hey, man. Been a while,” she replied, swirling around the alcohol in the bottle.

“Eh, I know it’s a problem. I just choose to not do anything about it,” Morticia added before she laughed as well, cliking her bottle back against their’s. “I’ve been okay. I think my drinking’s gotten worse, but who cares? How’re you?” She popped open her bottle and chugged some of her vodka down.

Morticia nodded some as she took another long drink from her bottle, sinking back into her bed. “No. I’m not going. I can’t even stand to look at Ryker anymore. He fucking forgot about me like I was just… nothing. So, I’m not going to the stupid wedding. Are you?”

“So, old Ryker really has left a trail of hearts. Huh. And uh. Gee, I uh,” They take a sip to avoid the question. Honestly, Piss didn’t know whether they were going to the wedding or not at this point. It seemed like he might need the support, clearly there was a lot of people upset about it. But it was kind of his fault… But that doesn’t mean Ryker shouldn’t have a good wedding. It was just.. a mess, and just thinking about it all made Piss take another drink.

“Hey, it’s alright… I get that. That’s what the alcohol’s for, man. I get it. I really do. I mean, I like Ryker and all, but he’s just… ugh, I dunno.” She took another big drink, her cheeks flushing faintly from the alcohol as a little hiccup bubbled out of her chest. Honestly, she didn’t really know how she felt about Ryker anymore. She couldn’t really tell.

“He has a kid? Probably with the.. fucking chick he’s marrying. Not like I fucking care.” She mumbled, chugging down the rest of her vodka and throwing the bottle onto the floor. “I dunno.. lemme- lemme have some of your booze,” she whined as she made grabby hands towards Piss’ bottle, wanting some more in her to keep her buzzed. “I just don’t wanna think..”

“I know how to handle my liquor, dude.. then again, I tried killing myself, like seven times, by drinking myself to near death, but I’m okay. I can handle myself..” she slurred as she started drinking from the bottle she got from Piss, clutching onto the neck with both hands. “Thank you for- for coming here with me. I feel a lot less lonely..”

“No, it’s alright if you puke in here. There’s a little trash can by the end of my bed, if you wanna use that,” she replied with a scrunch of her face as they patted it. She then chugged down the rest of the booze, letting the bottle slip from her hands before she loudly burped into her hands.

[txt] mine. bring your choice of hard liquor; im looking to get messed up. and mix it with some vodka.

Morticia chuckled softly at that last text before turning her phone off and throwing it onto her recliner. She reached under her bed for a bottle of vodka she had stashed under her bed, smiling once Piss dropped onto her bed. “Hey, man. Been a while,” she replied, swirling around the alcohol in the bottle.

“Eh, I know it’s a problem. I just choose to not do anything about it,” Morticia added before she laughed as well, cliking her bottle back against their’s. “I’ve been okay. I think my drinking’s gotten worse, but who cares? How’re you?” She popped open her bottle and chugged some of her vodka down.

Morticia nodded some as she took another long drink from her bottle, sinking back into her bed. “No. I’m not going. I can’t even stand to look at Ryker anymore. He fucking forgot about me like I was just… nothing. So, I’m not going to the stupid wedding. Are you?”

“So, old Ryker really has left a trail of hearts. Huh. And uh. Gee, I uh,” They take a sip to avoid the question. Honestly, Piss didn’t know whether they were going to the wedding or not at this point. It seemed like he might need the support, clearly there was a lot of people upset about it. But it was kind of his fault… But that doesn’t mean Ryker shouldn’t have a good wedding. It was just.. a mess, and just thinking about it all made Piss take another drink.

“Hey, it’s alright… I get that. That’s what the alcohol’s for, man. I get it. I really do. I mean, I like Ryker and all, but he’s just… ugh, I dunno.” She took another big drink, her cheeks flushing faintly from the alcohol as a little hiccup bubbled out of her chest. Honestly, she didn’t really know how she felt about Ryker anymore. She couldn’t really tell.

“He has a kid? Probably with the.. fucking chick he’s marrying. Not like I fucking care.” She mumbled, chugging down the rest of her vodka and throwing the bottle onto the floor. “I dunno.. lemme- lemme have some of your booze,” she whined as she made grabby hands towards Piss’ bottle, wanting some more in her to keep her buzzed. “I just don’t wanna think..”

“I know how to handle my liquor, dude.. then again, I tried killing myself, like seven times, by drinking myself to near death, but I’m okay. I can handle myself..” she slurred as she started drinking from the bottle she got from Piss, clutching onto the neck with both hands. “Thank you for- for coming here with me. I feel a lot less lonely..”

[txt] mine. bring your choice of hard liquor; im looking to get messed up. and mix it with some vodka.

Morticia chuckled softly at that last text before turning her phone off and throwing it onto her recliner. She reached under her bed for a bottle of vodka she had stashed under her bed, smiling once Piss dropped onto her bed. “Hey, man. Been a while,” she replied, swirling around the alcohol in the bottle.

“Eh, I know it’s a problem. I just choose to not do anything about it,” Morticia added before she laughed as well, cliking her bottle back against their’s. “I’ve been okay. I think my drinking’s gotten worse, but who cares? How’re you?” She popped open her bottle and chugged some of her vodka down.

Morticia nodded some as she took another long drink from her bottle, sinking back into her bed. “No. I’m not going. I can’t even stand to look at Ryker anymore. He fucking forgot about me like I was just… nothing. So, I’m not going to the stupid wedding. Are you?”

“So, old Ryker really has left a trail of hearts. Huh. And uh. Gee, I uh,” They take a sip to avoid the question. Honestly, Piss didn’t know whether they were going to the wedding or not at this point. It seemed like he might need the support, clearly there was a lot of people upset about it. But it was kind of his fault… But that doesn’t mean Ryker shouldn’t have a good wedding. It was just.. a mess, and just thinking about it all made Piss take another drink.

“Hey, it’s alright… I get that. That’s what the alcohol’s for, man. I get it. I really do. I mean, I like Ryker and all, but he’s just… ugh, I dunno.” She took another big drink, her cheeks flushing faintly from the alcohol as a little hiccup bubbled out of her chest. Honestly, she didn’t really know how she felt about Ryker anymore. She couldn’t really tell.

“He has a kid? Probably with the.. fucking chick he’s marrying. Not like I fucking care.” She mumbled, chugging down the rest of her vodka and throwing the bottle onto the floor. “I dunno.. lemme- lemme have some of your booze,” she whined as she made grabby hands towards Piss’ bottle, wanting some more in her to keep her buzzed. “I just don’t wanna think..”

[txt] mine. bring your choice of hard liquor; im looking to get messed up. and mix it with some vodka.

Morticia chuckled softly at that last text before turning her phone off and throwing it onto her recliner. She reached under her bed for a bottle of vodka she had stashed under her bed, smiling once Piss dropped onto her bed. “Hey, man. Been a while,” she replied, swirling around the alcohol in the bottle.

“Eh, I know it’s a problem. I just choose to not do anything about it,” Morticia added before she laughed as well, cliking her bottle back against their’s. “I’ve been okay. I think my drinking’s gotten worse, but who cares? How’re you?” She popped open her bottle and chugged some of her vodka down.

Morticia nodded some as she took another long drink from her bottle, sinking back into her bed. “No. I’m not going. I can’t even stand to look at Ryker anymore. He fucking forgot about me like I was just… nothing. So, I’m not going to the stupid wedding. Are you?”

“So, old Ryker really has left a trail of hearts. Huh. And uh. Gee, I uh,” They take a sip to avoid the question. Honestly, Piss didn’t know whether they were going to the wedding or not at this point. It seemed like he might need the support, clearly there was a lot of people upset about it. But it was kind of his fault… But that doesn’t mean Ryker shouldn’t have a good wedding. It was just.. a mess, and just thinking about it all made Piss take another drink.

“Hey, it’s alright… I get that. That’s what the alcohol’s for, man. I get it. I really do. I mean, I like Ryker and all, but he’s just… ugh, I dunno.” She took another big drink, her cheeks flushing faintly from the alcohol as a little hiccup bubbled out of her chest. Honestly, she didn’t really know how she felt about Ryker anymore. She couldn’t really tell.