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Whyyyyyyyyyy?

Because I'm a stupid shit? Because I just want a god damn fuckin' drink, Matt.

Are you supposed to drink?

Yes. *Nick gives Matt a look*

I know if you lie.

Hey, how 'bout you an' your freak show lie detector bullshit fuck off, yeah? What do ya care anyways, hm?

[His jaw tightens. Then he shrugs and turns, walking away with his head down.]

*He regrets his words as soon as he sees that look on Matt's face and he drags his fingers through his hair, then takes off after the older man, grabbing his arm*

Matt. M'sorry. I need your help right now. Please.

You can google a bar without my help.

I know where all'a the bars are. I put t'gether a very comprehensive list an' calculated the distance from where I'm stayin' right now t'each bar, each AA meetin', each therapy session.

Matt, a'course I was lyin'. I went to rehab. I'm aint s'pposed t'drink.

Edited (ironically i cant remember Nick's accent when I've had a few drinks lol) 2014-03-01 07:00 (UTC)

You know, just because you're having a hard time doesn't mean you get to treat me like I'm stupid.

i know. M'sorry. I'm havin' a real shit night an' I really need a friend. That was a shit thing I said to ya an' I'm sorry.

[He stops and just looks at the other man.]

I'm sorry. *Nick looks up at Matt with all sincerity* I wanna drink so fuckin' bad an' I lashed out an' it ain't right t' take it out on ya.

Can I please hang out with ya? I;d rather do that than go to a stupid bar. I'll call my sponsor if y'dont wanna, but I'd rather hang out with ya right now if that;s ok.

...you can help me clean the bathrooms.

Okay. I can clean bathrooms. That's good.

*He touches Matt's arm gently* Matt. M'sorry. Sometimes it just... it's still there, ya know? I'm a shit. I ain't all completely a good person. I'm sorry. I'm tryin', I'm just real frustrated right now.

I'm not mad at you.

[He gestures for Nick to follow him to the house.]

*He's not sure if he believes that, but he's supposed to take things said to him as they really are, so he does his best to believe it. He follows Matt obediently, head down*

I think i need someone t'punch me in the face t'remind me why I shouldn;t drink again. I forget sometimes.

I can punch you.

[But instead he gets the front door.]

*He heads in, glad there's no actual punching* I know. Maybe that's why I came to ya first.

The kids are sleeping, so stay quiet huh?

[He was only outside for air, really.] We can clean the downstairs bathroom first.

I'll stay real quiet. I don't wanna wake 'em.

*he shifts from one leg to another, nodding* Kay. Got all'a the supplies?

Cool.

Hang on.

[He walks off, and returns quickly with rubber gloves and cleaning supplies.]

...now this is how we party.

*He gives Matt a half smile, taking a set of rubber gloves* I'm all 'bout it. Nice an' clean bathrooms for the girls an' kids.

Can I take my shirt off so I don't mess it up?

Damn right.

Gonna do this sexy, huh?