your violent overnight rush
hbo euphoria // rated e // chapter 42/42 // complete
epilogue
“So help me God, Asher O’Neill,” Lexi half shouts, making her way into the kitchen, rooting out two bottles of coconut water and other supplies she needs for a hangover cure. “If you got Dom so drunk he can’t stand up straight at the altar, you are a fucking dead man. And I won’t even get the chance to kill you.” A bleary-eyed Ashtray rises from the couch he’s sprawled out on in the living room, stretching his too-long limbs as he asks why Lexi won’t be the one murking him. Lexi butters the bread with a little more force than strictly necessary, waffling a greasy knife in Ashtray’s direction. “If you fucked this up, there is absolutely no way Adrienne would leave me anything of you to get my hands on, kid,” Lexi demurs, turning her attention to the block of cheese that needed to be sliced.
