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A drunk idiot and Starlight
By karwlerCreated: 2021-07-16 21:31:33
Updated: 2021-04-22 23:18:14
Expiry: Never
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>Be a drunk idiot at night.
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>You’ve fallen over and are laying in the wet mud.
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“This is kinda comfy.”
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>With shaky hands, you pull out a cigarette and light it.
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>You feel the gentle breeze blowing across your face.
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“This is fine.”
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>Suddenly Starlight pops in.
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>You don’t know if you’re friends or just casual acquaintances.
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>Maybe she just does it out of pity.
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>She walks over to you and gives you a scrutinizing look.
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>”What are you doing?”
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“Just having a moment. This mud is surprisingly nice. You should try it sometime.”
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>You take another puff.
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>She shakes her head.
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>”Get up already.”
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>You slowly stand up.
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>Cleaning these pants will be a nightmare.
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>You sit at the doorstep to your house.
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>Now she just looks annoyed.
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>That’s not a way to welcome a guest.
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>“Have you at least cleaned up the place?”
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“Yeah. Did it earlier today.”
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>”Good.”
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>She says, trying to put on a soft smile.
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>She walks past you through the door.
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>You put out your Marlboro red and go inside after her.
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>The ashtray is getting full again.
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>You toss your dirty pants and jacket to the side and take off your shoes.
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“They’re tomorrow me’s problem. Fuck that asshole anyway.”
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>You grumble and walk over to Starlight, who has made herself comfy on one of the leather chairs.
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>The stereo is still blasting obnoxious outdated rock.
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“So, what are you here for?”
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>That’s a rude way of putting it, moron.
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>”I just felt like dropping by. Maybe have something to eat, mess around with some of your stuff. Figured you’d still be up at this time.”
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“Should I go make you something?”
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>”If you can stand up that long.”
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>You walk over to the kitchen and heat up the pan.
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>She turns off the stereo.
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>That lady can be as rude as you sometimes.
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>You put some toast in the toaster and two eggs in the pan.
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>She leans over to a glass of dark liquid and takes a whiff.
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>”What is this stuff?”
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“Simple rum and coke. You want some?”
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>”Nah, I’m good.”
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>Come to think of it, you should make some tea.
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>You turn on the kettle.
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>You both sit and stand there in silence, the sizzling of the eggs as background noise.
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>Why couldn’t it be like this everyday? Minus the feeling of having to throw up. I suppose there’s no reason for her to stay with some bloke like me.
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>You make the tea, take the eggs out of the pan, put them on the toast and spread some mayo over them.
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>You walk over to Starlight and put the plate and mug in front of her.
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>”Thanks. You’re not having any?”
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“No. I already feel like vomiting.”
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>”What’s this tea?”
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“Just black, with a bit of honey and lemon juice.”
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>You move the glass of rum and coke over to you, looking into it like there’s something to be gained from that.
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>Getting annoyed with this, you look over to Starlight instead.
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>She’s happily eating away. Maybe you can savor this adorable sight for a little longer without her noticing.
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>But eventually she notices you staring like a weirdo and pauses.
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>You look back at your glass.
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>She finishes and levitates the plate over to the sink.
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>”Come to think of it, you were supposed to show me that PC thing of yours.”
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>You glance over to her.
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“Yeah, we can do that.”
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>”Feel up to it?”
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>You put your hands on your knees and push yourself up.
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“Just let me get a glass of water first.”
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>As you do that, she walks to the bedroom.
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>You join her and notice, she has already made herself comfortable on the chair in front of the monitor.
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>You push the button to turn on the old desktop and sit down on the floor beside her.
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>You hear the fans spin up, that pleasant noise the hard drive makes and finally the XP startup sound plays.
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>You have a laptop with more recent hard- and software, but for some reason you could never bring yourself to throw this desktop away.
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>Starlight just looks at the monitor.
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>”What now?”
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>You proceed explaining to her how to use the mouse and keyboard and how files and directories are organized on a typical Windows machine.
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>бабушка.png
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>She looks about as confused as your grandma back when you tried explaining all this to her.
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>You take a sip of water as you contemplate your next move.
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“You know what, nevermind.”
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>You swiftly take the mouse and double click the Firefox icon.
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>Shit takes forever to open.
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>A window shows up, displaying the page of your search engine of choice.
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“Just type in whatever, hit this button and see what pops up. Safe search is off, you’re ready to fire.”
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>You give her the finger guns like a buffoon.
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>She uses her magic to type in her first search.
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>cat
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>What else would it be?
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>Starlight continues typing in more searches, clicking links, leading her to more and more obscure sites. As one does.
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>At some point you pass out on the floor.
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>You wake up in the morning.
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>Starlight is still sitting at the keyboard, watching a video.
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>It’s some animation of a girl getting screwed by a horse.
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“What have I missed?”
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