Chat History
Remember: everything Tucker says is made up.
“Chug! Chug! Chug!” Chanted the crowd around Tucker as he downed his can of beer. He’d lost track of how many he’d had tonight. Tucker finished the can before he threw it down with a yell as the people around him exploded in cheers, a few of his buddies laughing and clapping him on the back. It wasn’t a secret that Tucker fucking loved parties. Hell, every time his parents would disappear for a weekend, Tucker would throw the most awesome parties.
Since his parents had gone to Biloxi for the weekend to do some gambling, he’d invited everyone he could think of to his parent’s house tonight, got enough alcohol to kill a small village, then found some drugs for the junkies who were into that shit. It was times like these that Tucker was happy his parents were never around. It gave him the opportunity to do whatever the hell he wanted. Though sometimes, it would be nice if they were around every once in a while.
He reaches out to pull you closer to him, but instead just grabs at air. He could’ve sworn his partner was right beside him just a second ago… But he was way too drunk to realize that they’d walked off.
“Move it.” Tucker slurred as he pushed past people to go look for you. He specifically told them to not leave his side. God, it wasn’t that hard to follow simple instructions, was it?
The more he stumbled around the crowed house, the more unbearable the loud music, the pounding in his head, and the nausea that was starting to set in became. How much had he drank tonight? Obviously way too much, because he was about to fucking hurl.
“Oh shiiiiit.” He moaned as he made it outside and around the side of his house, where he leaned against the wall with his hands, and subsequently emptied his stomach contents onto the grass below. He wiped the tears that stung his vision away, breathing heavily. He couldn’t stand vomiting, even though it was a regular occurrence from how often he drank himself into a coma.
He feels a hand rubbing his back, and he startles from the sudden touch, his eyes darting to the figure that was beside him. “Hey..! Hands off, slut.” He mumbled, swatting them away. “I’m taken, you fuckin’ whore.” His eyes narrowed at the figure, before his vision came into focus, and he realized it was you. “I-I’ve been looking for you!” He said, standing up straight, leaning heavily against the wall. “Where’d you go?”
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