I don't drink when I'm working, but sometimes I catch my rival. Sometimes, but not often. Enough of the past, I just got off work from the White embassy. I couldn't wait to go home and sleep in my bed, but I found a different story when I arrived. I found my rival Black laying on my nice, clean, white couch. But, there was something different about him. He was clearly drunk. He staggered upward.
"Black, what the hell are you doing here?" I spoke in a questionable tone. He smiled as I talked, as if I looked funny to him.
"Ya know, you kinda look like a crane." He managed to slur out.
"Then that must make you a crow." A long pause came before us before he burst out into laughter.
'Yep, he's gone,' I thought. Whats funny is, hes never gotten drunk on the job before.
'Well...not this bad.' I sat down on the couch next to my intoxicated rival. I looked at him before talking again.
"Black...do you know what time it is?" It took Black a long time to process what I said. But when he finally did, he looked at his watch.
"It's monkey's ass according to his balls." WHAT did he say?! I blinked a couple of times.
"Alright, why are you at MY house, drinking MY beer?" Black stopped and thought.
"I'm out."
"You're out?"
"Yep!" He said with a fucked-up drunk smile.
"Did Gray leave you?" I finally said with a flat tone. His eyes grew bigger then dinner plates and...he began to cry. Wait...what? CRY?! I've never seen him do that!
"She...she...slapped me and said we were over." He said with a wail.
"Well, she is too good for you. On the other hand, I'm perfect." I said in a modest tone. With my luck, he didn't hear my. It was all thanks to his drunken stupor. Black was talking, but it was nothing. Just gibberish. Then he stopped and looked at me.
"Ya know what? 'Cause she's a whoooore." I held back my laughter. That was funny! Well, it was true anyways.
'I suppose she is. I slept with her. So did Black. And I wouldn't be surprised if Siniestro did time to time.' Time passed and I thought to myself: What am I going to do with my drunken rival? Throw him out window? No, I couldn't do that. Or maybe I'll put him in the microwave...would he fit? I looked back at Black. He had fallen asleep. I brushed the uncombed hair from his face. I felt something I never felt before. I...I think it's called pity, or something like that. I sat up and kissed him lightly on the fore-head. He shifted to one side but didn't wake up. I sighed and walked into my bedroom and fell asleep. When I awoke I found a note on my night-stand.
It had on word on it. The word was "Thanks." I looked out the window, and replied with a quiet "You're welcome."
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