[He took another bottle and began to work on that. Eventually, the entire table was covered in bottles and pitcher's. Dante had just drank a liquor store and he was pretty out of it now.]
I got a few things celebrate too, you know. Let's not make this party all about you, asshole.
[He chuckles.] It's not my ass that's drunk... It's my head, Idiot,
[He get's up, and holds on to the table for a moment, before letting go. He's steady... until he starts moving. Which he's not yet.] I'll be able to walk. See? Two feet.
[And off he he sets, stumbling slightly every few steps. But hell, he managed to stand upright. until he got in his room, at which point he collapses on his bed, but chuckles as he sits himself up. He fumbles with the communicator, before music starts pumping out of it.
[Dante didn't last very long on his feet once they got to the bedroom. He allowed himself to fall right beside him using Dean's leg as a pillow while he grabbed one of Deans arms and placed it over his head. He was doing it for the smell of leather. The guy was drunk. Leave him alone. He's mumbling it too.]
She says we gotta hold on to what we got, it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not...
I know you didn't finish highschool and all but, you can do better than that. Right?
On my way.
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[And he does so. He empties down a bottle.]
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[He picks up his own and finishes what's left, before putting it down on the table. After almost missing it.]
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I got a few things celebrate too, you know. Let's not make this party all about you, asshole.
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Hell, we should go back to my room... get some cards... get some music... maybe not in that order. Maybe in that order.
[He laughs. He just... doesn't know anymore.]
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[He get's up, and holds on to the table for a moment, before letting go. He's steady... until he starts moving. Which he's not yet.] I'll be able to walk. See? Two feet.
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See, this is how you can tell we're real men. We can still handle ourselves after that much booze. Let's go.
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[And off he he sets, stumbling slightly every few steps. But hell, he managed to stand upright. until he got in his room, at which point he collapses on his bed, but chuckles as he sits himself up. He fumbles with the communicator, before music starts pumping out of it.
Hello, Bon Jovi's "Living on a prayer".]
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She says we gotta hold on to what we got, it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not...
[He starts mumbling again.]
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We got each other and that's a lot
For love~ WE'LL GIVE IT A SHOT [Cue airdrums]
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAH, WE'RE HALFWAY THERE
WOOOOOOOOOOOOO-OH LIIIIIIVIN' ON A PRAAAAAYER!
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TAKE MY HAND, WE'LL MAKE IT I SWEEEEAAAAAR,
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-OH! LIIIIIIIVIN' ON A PRAAAYER!
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Rocks out to the solo... and the singing comes back.]
YOU GOTTA HOLD ON READY OR NOT
YOU LIVE FOR THE FIGHT WHEN THAT'S. ALL. YOU'VE. GOT!
[He's laughing through the last chorus.]
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I wanna tell you something, man. It's from the heart, you know, the hardcore truth.
I love you man, you're like a brother. You ever get into shit, I will murder who ever you want murdered. That's how much I love you, man.
[Oh yes. He was totally out of it now.]
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