The Parasite | Eminem

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A.N. WOOOOO BENDERRR

"It's the Eiffel Tower!" Marlow shouts, giggling wildly as she stubbles down the street.

"It's not the real Eiffel Tower" I spit, thinking, in drunken stupor, that it matters some how.
We're in Vegas.
We got to Vegas some how.
I have no idea how, but we're on the strip.

"They used to call the Eiffel Tower a stain on France! Like a lobster!
The lobsters used to be called the grime of the sea. No one wants you, sir!
Now look how expensive lobster is!
It's not even that good.
Crab is yummy, and I don't care if it's that imitation stuff. It's all the same to me" she rambles on, still managing to be full of factual information while being completely wasted.

I'm so hungry.
I need some food.

"I'm hungryyyy" I whine, watching Dre take a long hit from the blunt in his hand.
Where'd he get that?

"There's- there's a CVS up there... let's get a snack." Marlow suggests, running her hands through her sticky hair that definitely had alcohol sprayed in it at some point earlier tonight.
What time even is it?
It's always party time in Vegas... that's why people come here...

"No I want lobster." I suddenly laugh, swaying on my two unsteady feet.

"You can't always get what you want!" Dre shouts before chuckling loudly, "let's get some beef jerky."

"I hate that shit!" Marlow shouts before I'm blacking out again.

I come to and I'm lying on the floor in the CVS.
I lift my eyes open properly to watch Dre giggling at me while Marlow grabs a Monster energy off the shelf.

"I heard if you drink enough alcohol and monster, you could die." She tells us, making the idea of drinking it very un-enticing

"You can die if you drink enough alcohol, period." Dre argues before sticking his tongue out at her.

"Duh, I just meant you'd die quicker, it masks the intoxicated symptoms." She argues, placing it back down on the shelf and going to grab a Vodka Seltzer instead.

"We aren't drinking that light weight shit. We drink like men" I shout, urging her to put it back desperately as I sit up properly and look around the deserted drug store.

"Yeah, what he says" Dre grunts, running out of the isle abruptly and leaving us alone.

"I'm blacking out. A lot. I don't even remember being on the plane." I groan helplessly, finally getting up onto my two feet.

"You need the monster than, it'll give you energy. We're no where near done." She tells me, handing over the black can with its green logo.

"What if I die?" I whine out the question,
Dre comes running back in the isle with two packs of beer.

"You won't die. I was being dramatic. Marshall, everyone dies." She rants angrily, scratching the back of her head and looking at the alcohol in Dre's hands.

"I think you just contradicted yourself" I chuckle, staring down at the ingredients list as if anything is connecting in my brain.

"You can't do anything right!" She cries out abruptly, making me lift my head in shock.
Ouch.
That hurt my ears.

"Everyone shut up, my ears are ringing" I yell, placing the can up against one of ears like an idiot.
Oh god, the lights in her are so damn bright.

"Beer, seriously? I don't wanna drink that redneck shit!" Marlow protests angrily, taking her turn running out of the isle and disappearing from us.

"Dude, we gotta get out of here quick. I told my coke guy that we'd meet him at Julius Caesar in ten." Andre mumbles, looking down at his Rolex, "I have no idea how to read this" he begins giggling, picking the beer packs back up off the ground.