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"I hate you" hicc- "I really, fuckin hate you"
Jimmy was drunk, that Curly knew. He yanked his toxicated friend through the bar parking lot. Hearing the owner shout something behind them along the lines of "-that guy needs some serious fucking help!"
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As they arrived to the scrap of junk that was Jim's car, Curly set the other against it, praying he'd stand on his own while Curly dug around in his pocket for the keys.
It was cold, really fuckin cold. January was a bitch.
"Curl, hurry the fuck- up im- cold" the other commented.
Curly looked up at him, a glint of annoyance in his eyes.
"Maybe the chill will sober you up."
As the blonde finally found the keychain, he unlocked the passenger door first.
"Cmon Jim, sit down, I just wanna go home."
The wasted boy only stared at him, stiff.
"Please don't make me shove you into this car."
After a few more moments of silence, Jimmy decided to heed the 'captain's orders'.
After slamming the rusty car door shut, Curly made his way around the car to get into his own side.
As he eventually got comfortable in the small, cramped, suede seats, he started the car.
"I'm going to let the engine warm itself before we head off, God forbid we break down in this weather."
Jimmy stayed silent, head down, picking at his pants with his chipped nails.
"You know i dont- nneed.. your help right. Always feeling like you've gotta save my ass. I'm not fuckin helpless."
The man was slurring his words still. Hatred drips from his voice.
"You..need to-" hicc "Take responsibilty for your, -fucking self" He stares Curly in the eyes now, the latter remaining silent.
A finger pushed into the other man's chest. Jimmy continued his drunken rant.
"You, always think you know everything about everyone. -Not me. Im not easy. Im not one of those- whores you like to surround yourself with. I'm not a b-bitch to enable.. you."
Jimmy was pale now, drool spilling from his open mouth.
"I fucking- hate you. You're such a prissy bitch. You think you're so much better than me, don't- yoou."
He paused only for a moment to bring his hand to him mouth, wiping the saliva onto his sleeve.
"If I died no one, would even, g-giive a shit about me. Bet..bet you wouldn't even mention me to any of your pansy flight school -buddies would you.."
Curly stared him down still, a blank expression coated his face, obvious he's heard this before.
"I should've killed myself when I had the chance. I should make you watch..-"
Curly cut the other off.
"Im taking you home now Jim."
"Fuck.. you."