#;drunkmaxisdrunk

[thexprodigal]

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——Meme-—–

     “Suzy. Suzy Woozy?” He was desperate, but despite how many times he called her name into the receiver there was no answer. Again. He left another voicemail. “Please, pick up the phone. I’m in a tight spot. I need you.” Thin fingers swept through his dark locks in an attempt to calm his storm of a soul. “I don’t want to do this anymore…” His voice softens on the last word just as a bystander passed him on the busy street corner. It was doubtful anyone knew nor did anyone care that this man dressed in clerical garb was speaking to a secret lover. “I think today is the day, Suzy,” he took a swig of something bitter from his thermos before continuing. “I’m throwing in the towel. We need to be together together. No more hiding. Let’s get hitched. Let’s get married!” If one actually listened to the rattled insecurity in his tone, it was obvious he was lost and in need of another’s comfort. But all in all, he was serious about his drunken proposal. “Will you say yes?” The voicemail cut short and the automated voice that replaces the void gave him two options: Press one to submit your message, press two to rerecord your message.

     He presses two.

[thexprodigal]

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——Meme——

     Helter Skelter wasn’t crowded that particular night. It gave the priest the ability to go somewhat incognito while enjoying a few drinks at the bar. One after another, time began to stop and the lines blurred between dream and reality. Was he at home…or maybe at work? Despite the tipsy confusion, he was able to scan his surroundings to keep his wits about him. Kind of. His suspicious gaze fell on the slim shoulders of a beautiful yet familiar redhead. He panicked, clambering off the bar stool to make his way to the men’s room, and there he was quick to dial a sequence of numbers. “Itori?”

     “Max?” The responding voice was calm, but sounded somewhat confused.

     He continued with his speculations regardless. “There’s a woman that looks exactly like you behind your bar…what should I do? Should I wait for you to come–?”

     “Max–”

     “What should I do?! I think I can take her.” The obvious wasn’t obvious at all. Not to him at least. 

     “Max, you’re a fucking idiot. Get out of the damn bathroom and sit your ass down.” 

     Click.

[thexprodigal]

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——Meme-—–

    He had to. Max just had to call and complain about this atrocity. If no one else in apartment 610 would be willing to vouch for him, he’ll take up the task on his own. With a final glare to the dog chewing on his shoes in the corner of the kitchen, his lanky fingers clumsily dialed management. “Hello? Yes. Hello. This…this is Maximum from 615. No. 210. No, wait. Hold on. I said hold on!” He pulled the cellphone away from his ear to gather his intoxicated thoughts. Okay. You can do this. 1, 2, 3… “Hello. This is Father Max from 666. Oh, Christ!” A hand flew up to cover his mouth after swearing the Lord’s name. The phone was tossed aside near the dog; looks like he’d have to ‘order more’ fridge space for his booze later.

[thexprodigal]

how to get you to notice me?

The priest spoke in discretion. “My eyes are always searching for answers.”

[thexprodigal]

tell me something pretty. religion is supposed to be refuge. convince me i can find some sort of comfort in you and your god. lie if you have to, but make it seem real.

“’For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.’ Just wear your faith on your sleeve, you dear soul. Look up to the heavens when all else has left you to fend for yourself. This world is full of hatred, but blessed be those who suffer. He loves you. I cannot say otherwise. When your strength has withered away into ashes, you will rise again as someone new and whole. God gives you all the power. Rise like the phoenix he’s intended you to be.”