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kat8cha"I'll go kill the brat," Xanxus slurred, his hand clenching spasmodically on the neck of the whiskey bottle,"after I finish this." The whiskey inside the bottle sloshed when Xanxus poured it into a glass, 2/3rds full still. Squalo nearly heaved at the sheer SMELL of alcohol, kicking an empty glass bottle so that it shattered violently against the far wall.
"VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOI WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING YOU FUCKING BOSS!" Squalo kicked ANOTHER bottle so that it shattered. "You said that five bottles ago!" If this kept up Squalo was going to LET Levi and Bel check Xanxus into Alcoholics Anonymous. Not only that, he might even HELP. "Stop fucking drinking and go kill him already!"
"Don't…" Xanxus pushed himself out of his expensive leather chair, teetering towards Squalo, "fucking tell me what to do." Xanxus swayed on his feet, poking hard at Squalo's chest. "Trash."
Squalo's eyebrow twitched. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU-"
Xanxus swayed, and fell forward, grabbing onto Squalo's shoulder while he dry heaved… and then heaved, vomiting all over Squalo's shoes and the front of his pants.
"Fuck…" Xanxus dropped, thankfully not in the puddle of his own vomit, but over to the side, on top of a number of glass whisky bottles. "You." Xanxus' heavy, swollen eyelids slid shut.
And he started to snore.
Squalo's eyelid twitched again, the vein in his forehead popping. "VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOI!!!!!! FUCKING VONGOLA BRATS. STOP SENDING US FUCKING LIQUOR!"
Fuck he was going to need to get those pants dry cleaned...
"VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOI WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING YOU FUCKING BOSS!" Squalo kicked ANOTHER bottle so that it shattered. "You said that five bottles ago!" If this kept up Squalo was going to LET Levi and Bel check Xanxus into Alcoholics Anonymous. Not only that, he might even HELP. "Stop fucking drinking and go kill him already!"
"Don't…" Xanxus pushed himself out of his expensive leather chair, teetering towards Squalo, "fucking tell me what to do." Xanxus swayed on his feet, poking hard at Squalo's chest. "Trash."
Squalo's eyebrow twitched. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU-"
Xanxus swayed, and fell forward, grabbing onto Squalo's shoulder while he dry heaved… and then heaved, vomiting all over Squalo's shoes and the front of his pants.
"Fuck…" Xanxus dropped, thankfully not in the puddle of his own vomit, but over to the side, on top of a number of glass whisky bottles. "You." Xanxus' heavy, swollen eyelids slid shut.
And he started to snore.
Squalo's eyelid twitched again, the vein in his forehead popping. "VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOI!!!!!! FUCKING VONGOLA BRATS. STOP SENDING US FUCKING LIQUOR!"
Fuck he was going to need to get those pants dry cleaned...
