[bigbadsanchez-deactivated201801]

Piss knocks quietly on the doorway, looking a bit sheepish but they're there all the same. "Hey, Rykes, hows it goin'?"

He’s running about, straightening, un straightening his tie, rushing to fix up stray strands of hair. At the sight of Piss he pauses. The air suddenly felt ten times tighter.

“Holy shit. I didn’t think you were going to come.”

[heyitspiss]

Piss immediately regretted coming, maybe this was a bad idea after all..

“Uh, yeah, just thought it would be.. I can go, if you want, I just thought..”

They shrug, shoving their hands into their pockets. Oh, who were they kidding, this was definitely a terrible idea. I mean, who wants the ex they dumped for their fiance, at the actual wedding?

[bigbadsanchez-deactivated201801]

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.”

[heyitspiss]

Piss nods, feeling a little bit better. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

“Okay, okay... Glad you don’t look too nervous, though. I’ve heard nerves are worst right before the while shindig, although I wouldn’t really know. You holding up okay, man?”

[bigbadsanchez-deactivated201801]

Piss knocks quietly on the doorway, looking a bit sheepish but they're there all the same. "Hey, Rykes, hows it goin'?"

He’s running about, straightening, un straightening his tie, rushing to fix up stray strands of hair. At the sight of Piss he pauses. The air suddenly felt ten times tighter.

“Holy shit. I didn’t think you were going to come.”

[heyitspiss]

Piss immediately regretted coming, maybe this was a bad idea after all..

“Uh, yeah, just thought it would be.. I can go, if you want, I just thought..”

They shrug, shoving their hands into their pockets. Oh, who were they kidding, this was definitely a terrible idea. I mean, who wants the ex they dumped for their fiance, at the actual wedding?

[bigbadsanchez-deactivated201801]

🐺 :3c

(PISS ITS BEEN SO LONG HIII)

Ryker is sitting with the suit on, jaw of the wolf head half open so he can sip from a vodka bottle. This is the high of his life, the epitome of his success. Only, he notices Piss, in his peripherals and spits out his current swig of alcohol.

“Holy fuck. I uh…fuck.”

[heyitspiss]

Piss stares at him for about two seconds before losing it, laughing so hard they have to catch their breath and actually wipe away a tear before they can say anything, although the grin never fades from their face.

“I um, didn’t expect to uh…. find you in a fursuit when I got back, Rykes. Wow. You having fun there, drinking alone in that thing? No judgement, just… where did you even get that?”

[bigbadsanchez-deactivated201801]

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…”

[heyitspiss]

Their face falls for a millisecond but it’s gone so fast, you can barely tell at all, and they shrug.

“Yeah… I missed you too. Just needed a break, yknow? Interesting gift, though, I mean, fursuits are expensive, man. Not that I’d need one but I have friends who are into that kind of thing, so…”

Piss sits down next to him with a sigh, relaxing back after stealing a sip from his bottle.

“So, how’s life? You know, the whole, wedding thing, how’s the fiance? Oh man, and how’s Ana doing? I was thinking about her earlier.”

[bigbadsanchez-deactivated201801]

He drops the whole fur suit business, despite still being trapped in one. Quickly he scurries off with an apologetic glance and changes, coming back out decked in some boxers and a black t shirt.

“Ana…is…well she’s…under that Rick’s wing…that one that took her eye. Refuses to come home.” He sighs sadly, twisting a lock of his hair as he settles in beside Piss. “And the wedding…it’s coming up pretty soon. Morticia is expecting twins. And I’m…well to be honest I’m exhausted. Couldn’t be happier though.”

With that he turns to them and gives a weak smile. “And you? I haven’t heard from you in some time.”

[heyitspiss]

“Wow, twins, that’s big dude, congrats! And uh, yeah, I’ve uh.. I’ve been around. Kind of a vacation, I guess. Just needed to get out of my own head for a while. Visited some of my folks, actually, that was pretty great...”

Piss stretches and yawns, and although admittedly they weren’t completely over Ryker, it was still nice just to be around him.

“Can we uh, cuddle? I won’t overstep any boundaries or anything, believe me, I know my place and all that. I just.. if you want.”

[bigbadsanchez-deactivated201801]

🐺 :3c

(PISS ITS BEEN SO LONG HIII)

Ryker is sitting with the suit on, jaw of the wolf head half open so he can sip from a vodka bottle. This is the high of his life, the epitome of his success. Only, he notices Piss, in his peripherals and spits out his current swig of alcohol.

“Holy fuck. I uh…fuck.”

[heyitspiss]

Piss stares at him for about two seconds before losing it, laughing so hard they have to catch their breath and actually wipe away a tear before they can say anything, although the grin never fades from their face.

“I um, didn’t expect to uh…. find you in a fursuit when I got back, Rykes. Wow. You having fun there, drinking alone in that thing? No judgement, just… where did you even get that?”

[bigbadsanchez-deactivated201801]

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…”

[heyitspiss]

Their face falls for a millisecond but it’s gone so fast, you can barely tell at all, and they shrug.

“Yeah... I missed you too. Just needed a break, yknow? Interesting gift, though, I mean, fursuits are expensive, man. Not that I’d need one but I have friends who are into that kind of thing, so...”

Piss sits down next to him with a sigh, relaxing back after stealing a sip from his bottle.

“So, how’s life? You know, the whole, wedding thing, how’s the fiance? Oh man, and how’s Ana doing? I was thinking about her earlier.”

[heyitspiss]

hrdsfgdgfd tumblr itself is calling me out

[bigbadsanchez-deactivated201801]

🐺 :3c

(PISS ITS BEEN SO LONG HIII)

Ryker is sitting with the suit on, jaw of the wolf head half open so he can sip from a vodka bottle. This is the high of his life, the epitome of his success. Only, he notices Piss, in his peripherals and spits out his current swig of alcohol.

“Holy fuck. I uh…fuck.”

[heyitspiss]

Piss stares at him for about two seconds before losing it, laughing so hard they have to catch their breath and actually wipe away a tear before they can say anything, although the grin never fades from their face.

“I um, didn’t expect to uh.... find you in a fursuit when I got back, Rykes. Wow. You having fun there, drinking alone in that thing? No judgement, just... where did you even get that?”

[heyitspiss]

uhhhh piss like disappeared for a while just assume they went on vacation or smthn

[jerrysmithsexy12-blog]

Starter with hey its piss

jerry is at the store buying clothes. “Hmm do you think the black or the white shirt looks better on me?” he says to nobody because he has no friends. he drops his wallet on the ground. it says “Big papa j” and has 1 million bitcoins in it. There are signed checks with pictures of toriel from undertale on them. What the fuck do you do

[heyitspiss]

I take all the checks. “sans was better”

[jerrysmithsexy12-blog]

i hear you say that and my eyes glow red my head spins 360 degrees and i grab a shotgun out of my huge clown pants and shoot you on sight, pissing on your corpse for ever saying such a thing.

“im asgore kin you bitch” i say firmly as if punishing a dog

[heyitspiss]

is dead, but manages to not be ashamed anyways.

[jerrysmithsexy12-blog]

Starter with hey its piss

jerry is at the store buying clothes. “Hmm do you think the black or the white shirt looks better on me?” he says to nobody because he has no friends. he drops his wallet on the ground. it says “Big papa j” and has 1 million bitcoins in it. There are signed checks with pictures of toriel from undertale on them. What the fuck do you do

[heyitspiss]

I take all the checks. “sans was better”

[heyitspiss]

[Text from Alex] >hey. >i understand you arent doing so well. >wanna talk about it with me? Its cool if you dont.

[text]

>nah, I just.. I’ll be okay. just need time, ykno?

>thanks, though. nice to know I’m not alone.

[bigbadsanchez-deactivated201801]

[text] >woW urrr a heartbreaker apparently, ,who knew?? >not me lololl

Ryker sighs and reads the texts. Piss was clearly drunk.

>if you want to talk about this I can come over ok?

>please be safe

[heyitspiss]

The ding of their phone wakes them up, and after a moment they read the messages before groaning. Of course they drunk-texted Ryker last night.

[text]

>sorry. forget i said anything.

>actually, we should probably talk anyways. my place.

[bigbadsanchez-deactivated201801]

Since the texts Ryker had gotten wasted off his ass and was recovering from puking his lungs out. But hey, it’d be good to talk to them, figure this hell of a situation out. He was prepared with a list of apologies, not sure if Piss even wanted one.

Ryker portaled through and waved meekly at the other. There were so many relationships he had to fix today….starting with Piss.

“I’m…I’m sorry Piss. I know it doesn’t mean much and I don’t expect forgiveness. I broke your trust. I…I should’ve been honest with you.”

[heyitspiss]

“No offense, and you’re completely right, but shut up, Rykes. I know you’re sorry. I’ll get over it. No point in pitying myself.”

Piss doesn’t look him in the eye, instead, fidgeting with the phone in their hands.

“How is Ana doing? Also-I’m-coming-to-the-wedding but I hope she’s doing alright, I mean, she’s not my kid or anything and I only saw her once or twice, but I still care about her. So uh, yeah.”

They try to drown the wedding thing in their concerns for Ana, which probably didn’t help, but of course they were going. They couldn’t stay angry and bitter just because he fell in love. And yes, he was in the wrong, but Piss forgave him anyways. Probably a stupid move but here they were anyways.

[bigbadsanchez-deactivated201801]

[text] >woW urrr a heartbreaker apparently, ,who knew?? >not me lololl

Ryker sighs and reads the texts. Piss was clearly drunk.

>if you want to talk about this I can come over ok?

>please be safe

[heyitspiss]

The ding of their phone wakes them up, and after a moment they read the messages before groaning. Of course they drunk-texted Ryker last night.

[text]

>sorry. forget i said anything.

>actually, we should probably talk anyways. my place.

[heyitspiss]

[txt] you heard about his wedding too? yeah, i feel pissed too. want to like.. i dunno, get drunk until we forget about it?

[text] 

-honestly? yeah

-you’re not the only one who doesn’t like it, haha.

-so, your place or mine?

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

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

[heyitspiss]

-what if i bring vodka?? haha jk

-i’ll be over in a sec.

Piss dragged themselves out of bed, pulling a few bottles out of the cabinet before shooting a portal beneath their feet, landing with an oof onto Morticia’s bed.

“Hey.”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

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.

[heyitspiss]

“Yeah, it has been kind of a while, hasn’t it? I swear, every time I’ve seen you, you’re drinking. Might be a bit of a problem, maybe?”

They laughed to lighten the tone, holding a bottle of their own up to clink against Morticia’s.

“So, how’ve you been? Besides Rykes getting hitched, of course.”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

“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.

[heyitspiss]

Piss splays their hands in a vague gesture, shrugging before taking a loong drink from their own bottle.

“I mean, I was fine until Rykes forgot I existed and proposed to someone else, then broke up with me. But other than that I’m chill, yknow, its cool, whatever. You going to the wedding?”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

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?”

[heyitspiss]

“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.

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

“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.

[heyitspiss]

“And I’m w-worried about Ana, the kid, yknow? See there’s this Rick, a really bad one, and stupid Rykes went and picked a fight he knew he’d lost, a-and it got her hurt. What if something like that happens again? I mean I know he loves her, well, I dunno…”

Piss started stuttering, a bit of an anxious habit that came out when they weren’t focusing on it. Shifting around until they were leaning against the wall, one leg hanging off the edge of the bed, nursing their bottle morosely.

“But hey it’s not my kid so I guess it’s n-none of MY business, right? Ugh.”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

“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..”

[heyitspiss]

“No, it’s not his kid, I don’t. I don’t know actually, I think she’s somehow related to him but I can’t r-remember how.”

Piss gives up the bottle easily, opening a new one and chugging immediately. After letting out a sigh, they manage a look of concern in Morticia’s direction, face suddenly paling and turning a sort of sick green.

“D-don’t drink too much, you’ll, you’ll get uh, alcohol poisoning or pass out or something, I don’t w-want that..”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

“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..”

[heyitspiss]

They nodded and patted her face gently with one hand in reassurance before abruptly standing up, swaying slightly.

“I’mm gonna puke, man, w-where’s the bathroom, I don’t wanna h-hurl in here.”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

“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.

[heyitspiss]

Piss considered looking for the bathroom anyways, but their body had other ideas. Abort mission, grab trash can, puke, take a breath, puke again. Miserable, they flop back down onto the bed, legs lying across Morticia’s as they groan into the bedding.

“It’s b-been a while since I really got drunk, ughh… You doing o-okay?”

Piss remembers the first time they saw Morticia, clearly picturing her puking on their floor.

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

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.

[heyitspiss]

“No, I just gotta... g-get a breather.”

Piss appreciated the physical comfort, arms feeling around blindly for the bottle they dropped somewhere. After a few moments of searching, they found it and held it, rolling in between their hands while they breathed deeply.

“Y-you’re pretty cool, you know that? We should hang out more often, m-maybe not drink next time, y-yeah?”

[heyitspiss]

[txt] you heard about his wedding too? yeah, i feel pissed too. want to like.. i dunno, get drunk until we forget about it?

[text] 

-honestly? yeah

-you’re not the only one who doesn’t like it, haha.

-so, your place or mine?

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

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

[heyitspiss]

-what if i bring vodka?? haha jk

-i’ll be over in a sec.

Piss dragged themselves out of bed, pulling a few bottles out of the cabinet before shooting a portal beneath their feet, landing with an oof onto Morticia’s bed.

“Hey.”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

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.

[heyitspiss]

“Yeah, it has been kind of a while, hasn’t it? I swear, every time I’ve seen you, you’re drinking. Might be a bit of a problem, maybe?”

They laughed to lighten the tone, holding a bottle of their own up to clink against Morticia’s.

“So, how’ve you been? Besides Rykes getting hitched, of course.”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

“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.

[heyitspiss]

Piss splays their hands in a vague gesture, shrugging before taking a loong drink from their own bottle.

“I mean, I was fine until Rykes forgot I existed and proposed to someone else, then broke up with me. But other than that I’m chill, yknow, its cool, whatever. You going to the wedding?”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

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?”

[heyitspiss]

“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.

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

“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.

[heyitspiss]

“And I’m w-worried about Ana, the kid, yknow? See there’s this Rick, a really bad one, and stupid Rykes went and picked a fight he knew he’d lost, a-and it got her hurt. What if something like that happens again? I mean I know he loves her, well, I dunno…”

Piss started stuttering, a bit of an anxious habit that came out when they weren’t focusing on it. Shifting around until they were leaning against the wall, one leg hanging off the edge of the bed, nursing their bottle morosely.

“But hey it’s not my kid so I guess it’s n-none of MY business, right? Ugh.”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

“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..”

[heyitspiss]

“No, it’s not his kid, I don’t. I don’t know actually, I think she’s somehow related to him but I can’t r-remember how.”

Piss gives up the bottle easily, opening a new one and chugging immediately. After letting out a sigh, they manage a look of concern in Morticia’s direction, face suddenly paling and turning a sort of sick green.

“D-don’t drink too much, you’ll, you’ll get uh, alcohol poisoning or pass out or something, I don’t w-want that..”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

“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..”

[heyitspiss]

They nodded and patted her face gently with one hand in reassurance before abruptly standing up, swaying slightly.

“I’mm gonna puke, man, w-where’s the bathroom, I don’t wanna h-hurl in here.”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

“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.

[heyitspiss]

Piss considered looking for the bathroom anyways, but their body had other ideas. Abort mission, grab trash can, puke, take a breath, puke again. Miserable, they flop back down onto the bed, legs lying across Morticia’s as they groan into the bedding.

“It’s b-been a while since I really got drunk, ughh... You doing o-okay?”

Piss remembers the first time they saw Morticia, clearly picturing her puking on their floor.

[heyitspiss]

[txt] you heard about his wedding too? yeah, i feel pissed too. want to like.. i dunno, get drunk until we forget about it?

[text] 

-honestly? yeah

-you’re not the only one who doesn’t like it, haha.

-so, your place or mine?

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

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

[heyitspiss]

-what if i bring vodka?? haha jk

-i’ll be over in a sec.

Piss dragged themselves out of bed, pulling a few bottles out of the cabinet before shooting a portal beneath their feet, landing with an oof onto Morticia’s bed.

“Hey.”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

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.

[heyitspiss]

“Yeah, it has been kind of a while, hasn’t it? I swear, every time I’ve seen you, you’re drinking. Might be a bit of a problem, maybe?”

They laughed to lighten the tone, holding a bottle of their own up to clink against Morticia’s.

“So, how’ve you been? Besides Rykes getting hitched, of course.”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

“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.

[heyitspiss]

Piss splays their hands in a vague gesture, shrugging before taking a loong drink from their own bottle.

“I mean, I was fine until Rykes forgot I existed and proposed to someone else, then broke up with me. But other than that I’m chill, yknow, its cool, whatever. You going to the wedding?”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

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?”

[heyitspiss]

“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.

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

“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.

[heyitspiss]

“And I’m w-worried about Ana, the kid, yknow? See there’s this Rick, a really bad one, and stupid Rykes went and picked a fight he knew he’d lost, a-and it got her hurt. What if something like that happens again? I mean I know he loves her, well, I dunno…”

Piss started stuttering, a bit of an anxious habit that came out when they weren’t focusing on it. Shifting around until they were leaning against the wall, one leg hanging off the edge of the bed, nursing their bottle morosely.

“But hey it’s not my kid so I guess it’s n-none of MY business, right? Ugh.”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

“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..”

[heyitspiss]

“No, it’s not his kid, I don’t. I don’t know actually, I think she’s somehow related to him but I can’t r-remember how.”

Piss gives up the bottle easily, opening a new one and chugging immediately. After letting out a sigh, they manage a look of concern in Morticia’s direction, face suddenly paling and turning a sort of sick green.

“D-don’t drink too much, you’ll, you’ll get uh, alcohol poisoning or pass out or something, I don’t w-want that..”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

“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..”

[heyitspiss]

They nodded and patted her face gently with one hand in reassurance before abruptly standing up, swaying slightly.

“I’mm gonna puke, man, w-where’s the bathroom, I don’t wanna h-hurl in here.”

[heyitspiss]

[txt] you heard about his wedding too? yeah, i feel pissed too. want to like.. i dunno, get drunk until we forget about it?

[text] 

-honestly? yeah

-you’re not the only one who doesn’t like it, haha.

-so, your place or mine?

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

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

[heyitspiss]

-what if i bring vodka?? haha jk

-i’ll be over in a sec.

Piss dragged themselves out of bed, pulling a few bottles out of the cabinet before shooting a portal beneath their feet, landing with an oof onto Morticia’s bed.

“Hey.”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

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.

[heyitspiss]

“Yeah, it has been kind of a while, hasn’t it? I swear, every time I’ve seen you, you’re drinking. Might be a bit of a problem, maybe?”

They laughed to lighten the tone, holding a bottle of their own up to clink against Morticia’s.

“So, how’ve you been? Besides Rykes getting hitched, of course.”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

“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.

[heyitspiss]

Piss splays their hands in a vague gesture, shrugging before taking a loong drink from their own bottle.

“I mean, I was fine until Rykes forgot I existed and proposed to someone else, then broke up with me. But other than that I’m chill, yknow, its cool, whatever. You going to the wedding?”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

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?”

[heyitspiss]

“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.

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

“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.

[heyitspiss]

“And I’m w-worried about Ana, the kid, yknow? See there’s this Rick, a really bad one, and stupid Rykes went and picked a fight he knew he’d lost, a-and it got her hurt. What if something like that happens again? I mean I know he loves her, well, I dunno…”

Piss started stuttering, a bit of an anxious habit that came out when they weren’t focusing on it. Shifting around until they were leaning against the wall, one leg hanging off the edge of the bed, nursing their bottle morosely.

“But hey it’s not my kid so I guess it’s n-none of MY business, right? Ugh.”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

“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..”

[heyitspiss]

“No, it’s not his kid, I don’t. I don’t know actually, I think she’s somehow related to him but I can’t r-remember how.”

Piss gives up the bottle easily, opening a new one and chugging immediately. After letting out a sigh, they manage a look of concern in Morticia’s direction, face suddenly paling and turning a sort of sick green.

“D-don’t drink too much, you’ll, you’ll get uh, alcohol poisoning or pass out or something, I don’t w-want that..”

[heyitspiss]

[txt] you heard about his wedding too? yeah, i feel pissed too. want to like.. i dunno, get drunk until we forget about it?

[text] 

-honestly? yeah

-you’re not the only one who doesn’t like it, haha.

-so, your place or mine?

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

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

[heyitspiss]

-what if i bring vodka?? haha jk

-i’ll be over in a sec.

Piss dragged themselves out of bed, pulling a few bottles out of the cabinet before shooting a portal beneath their feet, landing with an oof onto Morticia’s bed.

“Hey.”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

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.

[heyitspiss]

“Yeah, it has been kind of a while, hasn’t it? I swear, every time I’ve seen you, you’re drinking. Might be a bit of a problem, maybe?”

They laughed to lighten the tone, holding a bottle of their own up to clink against Morticia’s.

“So, how’ve you been? Besides Rykes getting hitched, of course.”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

“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.

[heyitspiss]

Piss splays their hands in a vague gesture, shrugging before taking a loong drink from their own bottle.

“I mean, I was fine until Rykes forgot I existed and proposed to someone else, then broke up with me. But other than that I’m chill, yknow, its cool, whatever. You going to the wedding?”

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

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?”

[heyitspiss]

“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.

[frxgileanxiety-deactivated20180]

“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.

[heyitspiss]

“And I’m w-worried about Ana, the kid, yknow? See there’s this Rick, a really bad one, and stupid Rykes went and picked a fight he knew he’d lost, a-and it got her hurt. What if something like that happens again? I mean I know he loves her, well, I dunno...”

Piss started stuttering, a bit of an anxious habit that came out when they weren’t focusing on it. Shifting around until they were leaning against the wall, one leg hanging off the edge of the bed, nursing their bottle morosely.

“But hey it’s not my kid so I guess it’s n-none of MY business, right? Ugh.”