for @hormonstrous - cont. from x
BARS, BARS, BARS. they’re all he frequents. he stays from opening till closing when the alcohol situation in his trailer is shitty and tends to overstay. it’s rare that he leaves the bars willingly. he’s either helped out because he’s too messed up to stand, or tossed out on his ass because he was harassing everyone - mostly the latter. this night is no different, he’s really just getting started, the buzz finally hitting him and words slurring just so.
the night seems to have other plans for him, however, when his name is suddenly being called. he looks towards the source and almost chokes on the gulp of mystery liquid he just took ( it could be gasoline for all he cares ) but quickly swallows. DO HIS EYES DECEIVE HIM? it looks like maury the fucking hormone monster is trotting his way, but how does that make any fucking sense?
he’d 100% tried to block out most of his childhood, especially the part where he was always talking to some giant furry creature about his dick. he wasn’t as into drugs in his teenage years as he was now, but he could’ve said maury was just a high-induced FEVER DREAM that lasted for fucking years. of course, that’s kinda shot to hell when said fever dream is enthusiastically yelling in his face.
❛ fuck you, ‘m not fat, ‘m DELICIOUS. ❜ he huffs in reply, as if this isn’t fucking weird, though, of course, does he have the right to think anything that happens to him is weird? this can’t be any weirder than when he got high and was forced to kill his biggest fear ; CLOWNS. maury isn’t fucking scary, he’s a friend!
❛ hey, I’m in my PRIME, you furry asshole. I’ve been doing FUCKING GREAT! —you on the other hand... didn’t even know you were real. you still teaching boys how to jerk off and get pissed ? ❜ his lips curl up into a grin, fingers pulling his watered down drink closer to himself. god, they definitely had good times.
