❛ come on, what's the big deal? ❜
Chad is drunk. He’s drunk and being ignored and he’s substantially petulant about it. He’s sprawled on the couch, talking upside-down to Buggzy, who he was beginning to think was tasked with babysitting him. Considering Deborah was 85% of his impulse control, absolutely no one had to stopped him from doing this many shots, so who’s fault was it really?
“Deb and Tiff and Vic are ignoring me, for like, each other?”
At this moment, he’s picking a fight with just about anyone that crosses his gaze at the party, and he’s pointing them out to Buggzy in sequence. Kenny keeps giving him labour intensive chores. Vanessa destroyed him at volleyball earlier. And to Buggzy’s credit, he doesn’t immediately abandon him for a more interesting activity.
“Also—Also, who the fuck does that Palomino guy think he is? Thinks he’s so fucking cool with his leather jacket and his stupid... hair.” He frowns, reaching for his beer before Brandon airlifts it out of his grasp and sets it aside. “I’m pretty sure it was him that slashed my tires that one time, you know?”
Forgetting about it instantly, and fully in the midst of passing out, he peers up at him instead, grin lopsided. “Buggzy, You’d never abandon me because you’re the best." He's already half asleep, eyelids fully closed. "You’re the only motherfucker at this party that can handle me.”
