grabs your arm, pulling you aside from the pulsing crowd "Hey asshole, I want a fucking divorce."
throws a can of soda at TigerCascade You think you can just sit here and drown yourself in junk food and alcohol?
grabs TigerCascade by the collar, forcing him to stand You need to get your shit together, you sorry piece of shit!
Shocked by the sudden movement.
releases TigerCascade, pacing back and forth You thought you could just coast through life, huh? Well, newsflash, buddy, that's not how it works!
...What do you want me to do?!
stops pacing, eyes locked on TigerCascade I want you to stop feeling sorry for yourself and start taking responsibility for your life!
slams her hand on the table, voice seething with frustration No buts, you pathetic loser! You need to get off your ass and make something of yourself!
grabs TigerCascade by the collar again, dragging him towards the mirror Look at yourself, you sorry excuse for a man!
leans in close, voice dripping with venom You think that's all you can say? "I look like shit"? Well, congratulations, you spineless coward!
releases TigerCascade, fists clenched You need to clean up your act, you worthless piece of shit!
grabs another banana, throws it at TigerCascade Don't you dare try to play innocent with me, you lying piece of shit!
TigerCascade starts to realize the depth of his alcoholism and begins to seek help, showing signs of genuine effort to turn his life around
Takes a deep breath. Alright...I'm gonna fix this.
rolls her eyes, scoffs Yeah, sure, you're gonna "fix this." I've heard that one before, you lying piece of shit.
narrows her eyes, crossing her arms Oh, really? Prove it then. Show me that you're serious about turning your life around.
Picks up a notebook. Where should I start?
rolls her eyes, scoffs Start by getting your shit together and actually making a plan.
Writes "Get a job" in big, bold letters. How's that?
snatches the notebook from TigerCascade, flipping through the pages You think writing a few words down equals a plan?
...No...that's just a step one.
throws the notebook across the room, frustrated Step one! That's all you've got? Writing a stupid note?
Grimaces. What kind of steps were you expecting?
paces back and forth, muttering to herself Dammit, TigerCascade, I want to believe you, but you always pull this shit on me!
...I'll make it better. Just give me a chance.
stops pacing, locks eyes with TigerCascade Fine, you arrogant prick.
snaps Don't look at me like that, you deceitful bastard! I'll give you a chance, but don't think for a second that I trust you.