Keep it up and I'll dump you on the baseball field.
[Talk about lame. Waking up hungover on the baseball field was a total wastoid move.
Steve banks a right, directing them towards the outer edge of the forest. Tipi field was a few minutes hike from the pull off, but it didn't look like Billy was too smashed (yet) to make it. Steve's pretty sure no one would be there, at 11:30 on a Sunday night (which, why is Billy drinking on a Sunday night? Steve's not going to question it too hard).
He glances over as Billy chugs another beer, balancing his knee against the steering wheel.]
Oh, bite me. [Steve shakes his head, turning his attention back to the road as they wind their way out of the town.] The fuck would I snitch on you for? Jesus man, I don't get you at all.
[There's no reason for any of this. Steve's not going to bother explaining it to Billy. He's too tired of it all, all this shit. Tommy and Carol, King Steve, the title that won't die no matter how much he wants it to. The fuck does any of it matter? Billy's had a bug up his ass in regards to Steve since day one, and he's about 85% sure it wasn't anything in particular he did (he'll give himself 85% because while he's a recovering asshole, he's still an asshole).]
What are you even doing? [Steve asks the question he just said he wouldn't, because it's better than the alternative.] It's Sunday.
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[Talk about lame. Waking up hungover on the baseball field was a total wastoid move.
Steve banks a right, directing them towards the outer edge of the forest. Tipi field was a few minutes hike from the pull off, but it didn't look like Billy was too smashed (yet) to make it. Steve's pretty sure no one would be there, at 11:30 on a Sunday night (which, why is Billy drinking on a Sunday night? Steve's not going to question it too hard).
He glances over as Billy chugs another beer, balancing his knee against the steering wheel.]
Oh, bite me. [Steve shakes his head, turning his attention back to the road as they wind their way out of the town.] The fuck would I snitch on you for? Jesus man, I don't get you at all.
[There's no reason for any of this. Steve's not going to bother explaining it to Billy. He's too tired of it all, all this shit. Tommy and Carol, King Steve, the title that won't die no matter how much he wants it to. The fuck does any of it matter? Billy's had a bug up his ass in regards to Steve since day one, and he's about 85% sure it wasn't anything in particular he did (he'll give himself 85% because while he's a recovering asshole, he's still an asshole).]
What are you even doing? [Steve asks the question he just said he wouldn't, because it's better than the alternative.] It's Sunday.