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“Here,” Andy said, half-slamming the cup down on the counter, looking determined. “Drink this.”
“What the fuck?” Zeke sat up, snatching the cup and peering in at a smooth, yellowish concoction. “Fuck you, fag. I’m not drinking this. There’s probably AIDS in it.”
The blond rolled his eyes. “Fine then, don’t. But you’re going out to get wasted tonight, yeah?”
“I’m not fucking getting drunk in public.” The mohawked boy scowled right back. “…again.”
“Whatever. You’re a fucking alcoholic, of course you’re fucking getting drunk. Which means you’re going to be fucking some poor unsuspecting asshole again--”
“Fuck you!”
“So you should drink it.” The blond waved at the cup before folding his arms and muttering something about waste of his fucking time and good of the goddamn community. Zeke glared and peered into the cup and glared again, curiosity overriding the need to punch the damn faggot in his face.
“…Why?”
“God, idiot, fine, don’t fucking drink it. The fuck do I care if someone stupid enough to blow you gets a mouthful of nastyass. Ugh.” Suddenly moving forward, Andy snatched the cup away again and took a drink himself, blinking at it before shrugging. “Tastes good, actually. Huh.”
Meanwhile, Zeke was slowly putting together those last few sentences, brows furrowed before he got it and suddenly snarled, jumping up and reaching across the counter to punch the other boy, who dodged out of reach fairly easily. “Fuck you, asshole! Like hell I’m letting some sick pervert get a mouthful of anything!”
“The fuck ever,” Andy snapped back, taking another few steps backwards towards the door for good measure before flipping Zeke off. “But I tried my good fucking deed for the day. Go get herpes.”
It had, actually, been a rather good idea to get a headstart towards the door.