Dial Drunk - Post Malone

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Cassidy disappears into the bathroom as she continues to scream. Austin does not know what she is babbling on about, nor does he care anymore, to be honest. He is tired and his head is killing him. He can also still feel Levi's touch on his skin and he needs to get rid of it or he will go crazy. He needs his whisky. He lifts his pillow but his silver hip flask is not there. He knows he left it under his pillow. He knows he did. He starts searching the bed, panic setting in. Where the fuck is it? "Austin! Did you hear me?!" Cassidy shouts, sticking her head out of the bathroom to glare at him. He does not know what the fuck she said. "Yes, Cassidy. I heard you. Just pipe down and take a fucking shower already," he snaps as he continues to pat around the bed for the silver hip flask. Where the fuck is it?

He peeps between the top of the bed and the headboard, relief flooding his body when he catches a glimpse of it on the floor. How the fuck did it fall down there? He bends down and reaches for the flask but frowns when his fingers brush what feels like a ring so he grabs it and pulls it out. This is not his ring. It's a man's ring, but it's definitely not his. He stands and holds it up for better lighting while he inspects it. There is a date engraved on the inside and the initials LRS. This is not his ring. A calmness settles over him and he lets out a long defeated sigh.

"Cassidy. Can you come out here please?!" he calls out to her, his voice calm. "I will be out in a second!" she calls back, irritated. "Cassidy! Now!" he calls. "Will you calm the fuck down? First, you tell me to shut up and shower then you call me out. Make your dam mind up," she says walking out of the bathroom while brushing her hair out. "Who's ring is this?" he asks holding the ring up for her to see. She stops walking abruptly, her hand frozen midway down her long silver locks and looks at him. "It's your ring," she says quickly. "No, it's not," Austin says, still calm, as he continues to hold the ring up. "Austin! Damit! How would you even know? You have so many rings, you hardly ever wear one twice!" she huffs dropping her hands and rolling her eyes.

"I know because this is a wedding band."

"So?"

"I am not fucking married, Cassidy."

"Austin! It's just a fucking ring! It's your dam ring! How much whisky have you had tonight?!"

"There is a date engraved on the inside. Initials too. LRS."

"I don't know whose ring it is! Maybe someone broke in here!"

"Someone broke in here, took nothing and left their wedding ring?"

"It could happen! You don't know!"

"Cassidy. The truth. Now."

Cassidy turns her head away from him as she swallows thickly, her eyes starting to pool. Austin sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose as he closes his eyes in an attempt to keep himself calm. "Cassidy...I am not a fucking idiot," he mumbles. "Fine! OK! Fine! You want the truth?!" she shouts, her arms slapping the air as she talks. Why the fuck is she getting angry? He is not the one cheating. "That's all I ask Cassidy," Austin says running his hand over his face as he lifts his head to look at her. "What did you expect me to do Austin? You don't give me any attention! I had to find it elsewhere. You can't blame me!"

"So we are just going to blame me?"

"You go away all the time! For weeks on end and even when you are back, you lock yourself in that dam studio every dam day!"

"You knew this from before we started dating. You knew I would be on the road for weeks at a time. You knew I would be in the studio writing songs day in and day out. When I am not working I give you all my attention."

"When you are not working you are drunk."

Austins jaw clenches. That hit a fucking nerve. He has a handle on his drinking and Cassidy is just searching for a reason to blame him for her fucking choices.