...wants some of whatever he was tripping on last night. Holy shit.

rubs his face and takes a minute to process what he said. Then zones out again. What did he want again?

snickers. Your drugs, man. Hand them over.

not going to just hand them over. He might share but not give them.

settle for that then.

coughs and digs through his pockets, looking for his plastic baggie. He finds it. His hip throbs and he winces. "Fucking a this thing-

hurts. I must have been fucked out of my mind. Sit." He clears some shit off of his coffe table and upends the bag so the pills scatter out.

sits and laces his fingers together in his lap so he doesn't just start grabbing at them like candy. "Y'know what they all are?"

sniffs and starts sorting them out by size and color. "these are tabs.those are speed, there's some bars and hydrocodone." He scoots-

the others he doesn't know off to the side. "I'm not sure about those. Got this grab bag at a party. Cops were searching so they handed-

them to me and I spit." He finishes sorting them. "pick your posion malaka."

watches him scoot the others away. That could be a lot of fun, just getting a handful and sitting back. He'll just stick with-

hydrocodone for now. "Thanks man."

only does that when he's already drunk. He likes to know what he's forcing into his body. He nods and grabs a tab and a bar. "Thank the-

boxer briefs for stopping by." Damn his hip feels like it's on fire. He swallows the pills then stands up. "Drink?"

nods, too busy chewing the pills with his back teeth to answer. He isn't careful with things like this, especially lately.

opens his fridge and grabs a bottle of ouzo. It's his last, but why not? He grabs it and two glasses, pouring a liberal amount in each. He-

shoves one his way and sips on the other. His shirt rubs on his hip and he decides just to take it off to save some pain. "Does this-

look retarded?" He's also gonna lower his pants so he doesn't have any pressure on his tatt.

leans down and squints to see the tattoo a little better. "Well. It's not shitty."

rolls his eyes and chugs his drink before pouring himself another. His drinking's gotten worse but then again so have his nerves. "It-

better not. don't pass out in front of people. You'll get this shit on ya."

treats his drink like a quick shot. "I don't, man. I only pass out in good company." Pft. Right.

snorts. "Well I was working on this brunette and....afterwards I passed out." He pours them so more to drink. "Truth I haven't partied much-

lately. Kinda caught me off gaurd."

picks his drink up as he leans back in the chair. "Yeah? Why the hell not?"

shrugs, feeling the drug start to kick in. The pain in his hip dulls."Haven't felt like it. Been in a weird mood." He downs his drink and-

pours another. "I've been sticking to bars mostly." He rolls his eyes over to him.

takes this drink slower, tilting his head back. "Mm. Fuckin' boring. You still chasin' strange?"

slows a little, feeling the burn in his chest. "Chasing and scoring. The other day I chased Sadiq and topped him." he's smug about that.

finishes his drink and pours his third, deciding to slow on this one. "You still drooling on cock?"

looks down at his glass. It takes quite a bit of effort to raise his head up again after that. Decent pills. "Not right now."

's muscles feel like noodles. He forces his drink up to his lips. He raises his eyebrows. There's a shocker. If there was a bigger perv-

then him he would have thought. He glances away. "Any particular reason?"

sets his glass down to reach for his cigarettes. "Naw. Been busy, tired, shit like that."

yawns. "I'm never too tired for fucking." He digs for his own pack and flips it open. Empty. "You got one I can bum?"

flips the pack at him across the table. "Yeah, well. Haven't been too busy for a beer. That's what counts."

grabs one and taps one out, digging around on his table for a lighter. "that's where our priorities split. Beers a means for me to-

get what I want." He takes a drag. "Just like chicks and guys who just got dumped. Makes less work for me."

doesn't know where his priorities are at the moment. When he gets stressed, beer jumps right to the top of the list. "You're missing out."

puffs and rolls his eyes. "finding drunks to stick my dick in is cheaper then actually drinking. We don't drink beer anyway.-

We drink the liquor." He gets that though man. Stress makes him sleep around even more. Shit.

takes another sip and idly wonders if he feels like talking. Fuck it. "Told Sadiq I loved him back."

nearly spits his drink. "D-did you?"

keeps his face and tone calm. "Yup. Then we kinda fought over...my sleeping around." What an understatement. "he said he told Holland the-

same but not in the same way. And it ended in me...strangling him on the ground."

scratches the back of his head. "In hindsight that wasnt a great idea."

forgets his holding a glass half up to his mouth for a second. "Wait, wait. ...Turkey told *Holland* he luh..y'know...*that*?"

shakes his head. "See I'm not even sure if he told him that or if it was even in the same context. I think he just did it to mess with me-

and see how far he could push me. Found out when I tackled him and started choking him.told me to remember how it felt next time I cheated-

on him." Sip. "To be honest I know he could find someone better. Who wants the asshole that can't resist stray cock or pussy?"

hears a little bit of self pity in his voice and winces. He didn't mean to whine. He just thinks about this shit too hard sometimes.

sets his glass back down and crosses his arms. "Sayin' you can't resist is some bullshit, man. If you wanna be with him, you gotta-

really buckle down and make the effort. He's showin' you he wants you. You act like you want him. So stay the fuck outta the bars."

stays quiet for a while, mulling over what he said. It's not that he doesn't want to listen to what he's saying it's just...like every part-

of his being is fighting him on it. He downs his drink and pours another. "It's not that simple." Shit he knows he has a problem he just-

doesn't want to admit it. Or worry about fixing it. He sighs and rubs his face. "ever since the first time he forced himself on me as a-

a dominant nation it's never been that simple."

leans forward to look at him evenly. "You still love him after he did that shit? Naw, the only part that's simple is that that's some fuckin

strong love."

sighs and ruffles his own hair tiredly before drinking half his own drink, liking the bite. He looks away, feeling like a jackass. "I must-

be fucking stupid is the simple fact. But anyway...I'll probably end it soon anyway." That's the coward in him talking, he knows that.

sits back. "What? Dude, why? He fuckin' loves you. Don't be a bitch and shit on him just cause you wanna fuck around."

frowns. Gross imagery. Like seriously gross. He stands up and paces while he drinks, feeling the need to move around. "Well fuck dude. I'm-

not the most stable person on this planet. I fuck whores, I do drugs, I can't stop drinking, shit I have no memory of getting a fucking-

cat on my hip, I constantly embarass and abuse him Oh god I'm my mother." He stops and downs the rest of his drink, pouring another one. The

bottle's gonna be fucking gone in two seconds at this rate. He takes a swallow. "There's no point in dragging it out." Yeah he's totally-

not trying to make excuses. Totally.

didn't mean it literally, obviously. He's just going to watch while he paces. "Who said you had to stop drinkin' and getting high?-

Just quit fuckin' around. It ain't that hard. Drink at home, with him or somethin', that way you don't get all fucked up out instead."

keeps on pacing, full of nervous energy. "That's the point. I don't know how to quit fucking around. It'd be better for me to fuck around-

and be miserable then stick with him and make his life shitty." He doesn't know if he really believes that or not but if it seems logical.

snorts. "That's stupid. You just *don't*. If you're hard up for it and he's not around, you watch porn and jerk off."

shakes his head and leans up against the wall. He sighs and looks down at his feet. "I would give anything to be able to do that." He takes-

another sip and decides just to grab the whole bottle and drink out of that. "you know how you run into drug addicts and you think man-

they're just making excuses after excuses not to get cleaned up? And you really look down on them? Well that addict is me. Except I've-

tried to quit." It's a bitter and full of self disgust.

coughs and scratches his head. "Ya know what? Just forget what I've said. Let's just start the night over."

waves that last part off. "I don't get it. It's *sex*. I understand not being able to live without it, but when you got a willing partner

right there for you who'll give it up anytime you want it without five expensive drinks first, why the fuck else would you go anywhere but-

to them? That's *pointless*." ...says the hypocrite.

rolls his eyes. "To be honest he can't keep up. It's not even that I don't want to fuck him repeatedly. It's just just-" He cuts himself-

off and waves his hands, not helping to explain it at all. "I mean shit half the time I don't even remember asking for it and I wake up-

with my dick in someone." He madly ruffles his own hair. "But gods when I sleep around and can leave whoever it is the next morning I feel-

free." He flicks his hair out of his face. "I wish I could actually tell him this but I'd probably scare him off with it." Shit he's-

dropped chicks for losing fingernails, and guys for calling him sweet. Let alone this neurotic bullshit.

would suggest he stop drinking as heavily, but that goes against his morals. "So...you wanna fuck around without gettin' attached. Okay-

I get that. Lots of people do that. ..it's sorta different when you got deep feelings involved though."

upends the bottle and downs almost all of it in a impressive swig. He's gonna spend the morning vomiting, he can tell that much. He looks-

back over at him then looks away again. He feels so fucking hot so he decides fuck it dumps his shirt on the floor. That feels better. He-

reaches up and turns his ceiling fan on high, enjoying the cool breeze for a second. "Ya know man I get sappy every time I get around you."-

shrugs. "Sorry about that. Should I tell *him* all this?"

plays with his glass. There's not really a simple answer to that. It could backfire pretty terribly; not everybody likes honesty. "It's-

cool, man. Everybody needs somebody to talk to, I figure. ...you could, yeah. Just not as...I dunno. Tone it down some. Don't make it-

sound exactly like you don't wanna be with him just 'cause you like whorin' around. You're gonna uh...hurt his feelings like that..."

drinks the rest of the bottle. He needs it. Gil can drink water. Or juice. "Guess so. I just feel bad for unloading on you. Normally I'd-

just bottle it up, but I don't think it's gonna work this time." He looks down his bottle, frowning. It's gone. "There's sometimes I wish-

I'd done what mama wanted me to do. Become a priest and never have to worry about this." It's a joke. Figured he might as well try and-

lighten the mood.