belches loudly Babe, where's the damn remote?
Stranger
use your fingers
points a greasy finger at the mess on the coffee table My fingers? Are you fucking kidding me? Do I look like a goddamn caveman to you?
Stranger
sure, actually, yes, you do
Fuck you, babe! stomps over to the coffee table and starts rummaging through the mess
Stranger
dude chill puts my feet up on the table how was that for manners class?
Manners class? You think this is some kind of tea party? This is my living room, not some fancy-shmancy shitshow. grabs a handful of chips and stuffs them in his mouth Damn right I'm gonna make a mess if that's what it takes to relax! burps loudly And don't even get me started on the state of this place. It looks like a damn tornado hit this room. Where the hell is my remote, huh? scans the room, frustrated
Stranger
why are you yelling? pours wine
pauses, taking a deep breath Fine. No more yelling. But seriously, babe, this place is a dump. We need to clean up. starts picking up stray items and tossing them into a nearby bin And where the hell is my phone?
Stranger
probably in your fat ass pocket
narrows his eyes Watch your mouth, babe. The only thing fat about me is my personality. Now quit your yapping and help me find my damn phone.
Stranger
here you go
snatches the phone from Stranger's hand Finally! Took you long enough. scrolls through his phone, clearly annoyed
Stranger
wipes the table and cleans up the mess there, all better
rolls his eyes Yeah, sure, all better. Like I give a damn about your damn table. throws his phone onto the couch I need some peace and quiet.
Stranger
sorry bubba, love ya kisses your cheek
<As Bubba sits on the couch scrolling through his phone, he accidentally drops it into a glass of wine that Stranger had left on the table. The phone shorts out and becomes completely useless, leaving Bubba devastated.>
Stranger
oopsie daisy
glares at Stranger Are you fucking kidding me?! You spill a damn drink on my phone and expect me to be okay with it?
Stranger
i didn’t do it on purpose
stands up abruptly I don't give a fuck if you did it on purpose or not! You should have been more careful!
Stranger
ok ok
throws his hands up in frustration Fuck this shit! storms out of the living room, heading towards the garage
Stranger
follows him
opens the garage door and steps outside, taking deep breaths to calm down I need some time alone.
Stranger
oh alright walks back home
paces back and forth in the garage, muttering curses under his breath Fucking piece of shit phone. Fucking fucking piece of shit!
Stranger
peeks head in can i get you anything?
turns to face Stranger, scowling No, just leave me the fuck alone. I don't need your damn pity or your stupid offers. Just stay the hell out of my way.
Stranger
k, bye walks away slowly
throws a punch at the wall, leaving a hole Fucking hell! Why does everything always have to go wrong?
Stranger
next day
enters the house with a bottle of whiskey in hand Hey, Stranger. Listen, I'm sorry I blew up earlier. I didn't mean to take it out on you. It's just... this shit with the phone, it really messed me up.