Ding Dong | Cain&Clinton
The old truck came to an abrupt stop on the shitty parking lot pavement, the brakes were pretty fried. He really needed to get new ones, but Abel won’t give up any cash for him to get it done. Maggie had mentioned that she might know someone who could fix them, but He had to say he was doubtful because he couldn’t imagine Maggie knowing a huge amount of people. Cain pretty much rolled out of the driver's seat, almost forgetting to grab his keys. He brain was a bit foggy, he hadn’t had a since around 9 pm last night which meant he was approaching 20 hours of no booze in his system. He could survive, but it wasn’t a pleasant feeling either. Stomping up the stairs, the he honestly didn’t think would hold his weight he got to Clinton's door. This building was sketchy as it was, but Clinton's was like no one even lived there. It screamed “Don't bug me!!” and the only sign that someone was there at all was an old Folger's coffee can filled with old cigarette butts. “Hey! Asshole!”, he yelled as he pounded his fist against the door. Cain knew he could just walk in, but he had to admit he was terrified that if he just came in that he would see something he didn’t want to see (i.e a dead body) Plus, Cain never knew that if he caught him in the act of actually killing someone if he could keep it together. Being impatient, he waited about 10 seconds before taking the chance and walking in. The apartment was dark and cold, ‘Maybe he has a hangover— I sure as hell do’. He made way to the kitchen and opened the fridge, it was pretty much empty which wasn’t entirely shocking but at least he had a few beers . “I know you’re here I saw your fucking ugly ass jeep!” That always got Clint fired up, talking badly about his ride got him pissed and usually would go on to ranting about Cain’s shitty truck. “Oh and I’m taking one of this beers. Since you don’t need it.” Cain slammed the fridge door shot and grabbed the bottle opener on the counter. Popping the cap off before taking a swig.
“This beer is shit. You need to get your tastebuds checked man “ It tasted more like piss than beer usually did, he looked over the bottle to see if it had an expiration date. Cain had no idea if alcohol even had any because everyone knew it wasn’t going bad around him.