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i gotchu :]

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maybe having a roommate who partied constantly was a bad idea, in hindsight.

dallas didn’t think it was terrible at first; he never held parties where they lived, he always kept it to himself, tidied up after himself and wasn’t obnoxious about it.

and it’s not like his roommate was in constant danger, either. the man was 6’7 and looked intimidating from the second you saw him. he could definitely take care of himself.

the problem was when he wouldn’t show up in the morning after the party. usually dallas caught him on the couch, snoring loudly with a glass of water already on the side table for when he woke up. but as of recently, he had been staying out later and later, and after not showing up for 2 days before coming home dallas made a new rule.

“just, call me to let me know you’re alright. you don’t gotta call like every hour, just when you think about it. and tell me if you’re staying over. that way i don’t accidentally call the police when you don’t show up.”

“god, you’re like my mom or something,” eric scoffed.

“im serious dude. i don’t want police knocking at my door because your dumbass got yourself killed.”

“fine, i’ll try to remember to call you.”

“thank you.”

the next party eric went to, dallas kept his phone by his side to make sure he didn’t miss any calls. right before he went to bed, he heard it ringing, and he sighed with relief when he saw eric’s name on his screen. “hey.”

he could hear lots of loud music and talking in the background. “dallas!” eric sounded plastered, and dallas didn’t doubt that he was. “i remembered, are you happy?”

“yes, im very happy. you doing alright?”

“yeah!”

“are you staying the night there?”

“maaaaybe.” eric giggled. “you should come too!”

“i think i’ll pass, boss. thanks though.”

“awh, okaaaaay. i loooove you.”

dallas rolled his eyes. god, he really was gone. “alright, lay off the drinks for a bit, buddy. i’ll see you when you get home.”

abso-fucking-lutely, please if y’all are gonna req anything go for goons more im begging you i love them sm

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most nights always ended like this. dallas and eric, sprawled across one of their beds, saying the dumbest shit they could possibly think of.

eric lightly nudged dallas when he had another one, grinning at the boy. “liquid meat hanger.”

it sent dallas into a fit of giggles, nearly rolling over onto his side. “liquid meat hanger?”

eric laughed too, looking back up at the ceiling and waited for a response.

dallas was quick with his, almost no hesitation whatsoever. “baby balloon curtains.”

eric laughed harder at that one. “baby balloon curtains? what is that, curtains made out of balloons that say ‘it’s a boy’ or ‘it’s a girl’?”

dallas nearly snorted with his laughter. “dude, i don’t fuckin’ know.”

meanwhile, outside of the room, nelson was trying to figure out what the fuck he was hearing. “matt, are they having like, strokes in there?” he asked when his friend was starting to pass him in the hallway.

matt stopped and listened for a second before sighing and shaking his head. “sadly, no. they just do that on a daily basis.”

“im pretty sure they’ve been going for like, 2 hours now.”

“i wouldn’t be surprised,” matt sighed again. “but hey, who are we to judge a couple of retards?”

Song: Minimal House Artist: John Whiting (soup)