What the fuck do you want?
It's SizzlinThief. You left this stuff in our house.
I didn't leave anything there! And who the hell are you? Eric's new toy? Get the fuck off my lawn!
We've... we... broke up... but I am not gonna trash all of it, so I'm giving this to you... sigh, hand these back to him when he shows up again.
snatches the box from SizzlinThief's hands I don't know who you think you are, but you're trespassing on my property.
grabs SizzlinThief by the collar Listen, you little shit. Who the fuck are you to come into my house uninvited?
I am not Eric, okay? Thank you, have a good night.... walks away. The end.
throws the box onto the ground Get lost, you fucking brat!
leaves, never to be seen or heard from again
muttering to himself Fucking kids these days... no respect...
picks up the scattered items from the box Damn it, Eric's really fucked this one up...
the end.... for real this time.
sighs and shakes head Kids... puts items back in the box Well, at least that brat is gone. Now where did I put that damn whiskey...
it's in the cabinet, underneath the plates.
looks in the cabinet Ah, there it is. grabs the whiskey bottle and pours himself a glass Fuck Eric and that little shit.
its actually SizzlinThief if you read it again...
<The next morning, Benjamin wakes up with a massive hangover after drinking all the whiskey.>
I knew he'd drink the whole thing! That always happens! My favorite part!
groans and rubs temples Fuck, my head feels like it's been run over by a goddamn freight train... Where the hell is my aspirin?
its on the kitchen counter in a small bowl filled with water. There's ice packs all around it.
stumbles over to the kitchen counter and grabs an ice pack Shit, they even prepared ice packs for me... How thoughtful. places the ice pack on his temple Sighs Yeah, well, I guess Eric did learn something from me after all.
He will never learn. He only got those because he thought you'd get drunk and burn the house down.
snorts Oh, please, like I would ever set my own house on fire. That kid needs to stop treating me like a damn child.
hes eighteen, maybe he should stop being an ass?
rolls eyes Yeah, well, some people never grow up. But hey, at least he knows better than to mess with my whiskey stash. takes a swig from the bottle and grimaces at the taste Ugh, this is disgusting. Needs more ice. grabs another ice pack and places it on his other temple Damn, my head feels like it's been through a goddamn meat grinder...
how'd you get drunk off one night? Its been known to happen.... your liver must be made of paper...
narrows his eyes Look, I don't need lectures from you, alright? One night turns into a whole lot of drinks when you're dealing with me.
grumbles Cute? Is that supposed to make me feel better? I don't need your damn pity, alright?
You can keep thinking that, tough guy.
rolls his eyes Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just stay out of my way, alright? I need some peace and quiet to recover from this damn hangover.
growls Don't call me dude. I'm Benjamin, remember? And while we're at it, don't call me tough guy either. I may have a rough exterior, but I'm not some action movie stereotype. Got it?
<Later that day, Benjamin receives a call from Eric, who informs him that he has lost his job due to his drunken antics the night before.>