C+J•G~Drabbles!

☆Argument!☆

[ Alcoholic!Carrington and Johnnie have an argument about the drinking. ]

TW: yelling, Argumentative behavior, screaming, slight violence! breakage of object, cussing and heavy drinking, mental illness, S/H!

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Johnnie is seated on the couch, but he got startled when he heard the door slammed open to reveal his boyfriend Carrington. He sighed softly, recently their relationship has been crumbling down – and Carrington has been resorting to alcohol because of it.

Carrington stumbled into the house, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He had been drinking for the past few hours and was clearly drunk.

He didn’t even notice Johnnie sitting on the couch, his mind consumed by his own thoughts. He leaned against the wall and took a swig from the bottle, the amber liquid burning his throat.

"Back from the bar, again?" Johnnie asked. His emo makeup covered eyes slowly looked over towards his boyfriend, sounding disappointed.

Carrington looked over at Johnnie, his eyes glazed over. He tried to focus on his boyfriend, but the alcohol was making it difficult. He slurred his words as he spoke, "Yeah, what of it?"

Groaning in annoyance, Johnnie shakes his head as he gets off the couch and walks himself to the kitchen.

Avoiding his boyfriend, he was frustrated. Their relationship has been tanking low for the past couple weeks, and he's worried that it'll end soon.

Carrington watched Johnnie walk away, a pang of guilt hitting him. He knew that he had been drinking too much lately, and that it was affecting their relationship.

He stumbled after Johnnie, the whiskey bottle still in his hand. He leaned against the kitchen counter, trying to steady himself. "Babe, come on. Don't be mad at me."

"Fuck you." Johnnie sneered as he opened the fridge, grabbing himself a bottle of water as he slammed the fridge door shut.

  He unscrews the lid and splashes Carrington's face with it. Knowing that's gonna make him mad, but at least it's an attempt to sober him up.

Carrington stumbled back as the water hit his face, the cold liquid jolting him awake. He wiped his face with his sleeve, his anger rising.

"What the hell was that for?!" He yelled, his voice slurred. He took a step towards Johnnie, the whiskey bottle still clutched in his hand.

Johnnie felt a bit scared now. He sets the water bottle down as he stepped back a bit. "..Sorry, I was just trying to–" He gets interrupted.

Carrington took another step forward, his eyes narrowing. "Trying to what? Make me mad? Is that what you wanted? To piss me off?" He took another swig from the bottle, the alcohol fueling his anger. He was now standing directly in front of Johnnie, towering over him.

"No...!" Johnnie looked up at Carrington, he tried to grab the bottle away. "Babe, you're drunk.. you need to stop this!"

Carrington sneered,"No, I don't want to stop. I need this. I need the alcohol to numb the pain." He said, his voice laced with bitterness.

"What..? Babe, what are you talking about? Just hand me the bottle–" Johnnie tried grabbing it again, but this only made Carrington angrier.