Disclaimer - This portion of the story contains violence, explicit language and other horrifying things. Please be advised. Once again, it's fiction. Roll with it. The images are royalty free. All depictions are made up. The pic listed below is a real pic though and has half nekkid women. Just use your imagination with me.
My strange mixture of stories will all gel together eventually. Stay tuned as I work thru the creative process. Picking up where this story left off...Larry takes his drunken brother home after the stripper 'incident'.
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Drunk and in love is no way to be. You can be drunk. You can be in love. Mixing that cocktail is a recipe for disaster. -SR
"I...I...swear I'm never drinkin again," Laurent mumbled as Larry tried to pull him out the Uber when they arrived home.
"I know bebe," Larry chuckled trying to keep his twin from slumping to the cold ground. He wrapped his arms around his waist tightly. An invasive aroma of alcohol mixed with the sweet smell of cologne filled his nose. They made it inside with help from the doorman who shook his head groaning about young people who didn't know how to hold their liquor.
Larry struggled to keep his brother upright until they walked into the elevator. Laurent braced his back against the back wall when Larry let go to press the button for their floor. His head was spinning, stomach tumbling again when elevator arrived at their floor. He stumbled forward without Larry by his side toward their apartment.
"Hold on bro," Larry yelled after him jogging behind with the keys. Laurent knelt down in front of their door. He looked pale and faint. Once the door was opened for him, he crawled to the bathroom upheaving the last of the contents left inside him. Larry watched helpless to take away the feelings that made his twin drink in the first place.
"I hope you learned your lesson," Larry told him holding the thick cords of his twin's hair out of the way while Laurent coughed up anythin left in his sore tummy. It saddened him to see his brother so torn up, especially over the woman that constantly caused both of them problems.
Laurent's body slid down to the bathroom marble floor. Trickles of tears ran down his cheeks splashing on the tiles. He curled up on his side hoping that the nausea would completely go away along with his feelings.
"We better than this Lau. I know you loved her, but look how she messed you up. You don't drink, look at dis."
He turned on the shower for his brother and left the bathroom to put on some coffee. Returning to the bathroom he found Lau stripped of his jewlry, half-dressed sitting on the floor of the shower. Water drenching his twists as his body trembled with heavy sobs.
"What de fuck bro," Larry fussed slipping out of his shoes to stepping inside the shower with his own clothes still on. He lifted his twin's soaking wet shirt, which was only half off, tossing it outside the shower door. Laurent beat at his bare chest with his fist. "Why? Why she do me like this?"
