The large brick-work privileged villa was engorged with thick illuminated amber light, the wails of electric guitar spewing forth from a downstairs cigar-room. Along sat in a leather-back arm-chair Backslash, a large half-empty bottle of AppleJack Whiskey lazily slumped upright in his lap, a red-hot fire burning bright in front of him, captivating his dim senses and engulfing his sad thoughts in a waking wildfire. Beside him sat in two other chairs the muscle-clad colts, there mouth eclipsed with dry beer bottles and salted pretzels, necks beginning to reddened by the radiant heat.
"T..that bitchch...she played with my heart....*burp*...like it was nothin', like it wuz dirt neath her hooves" Sputtered the cream-coated colt, his hair in teases and split ends, loose spit dribble down his chin along with the sour alcohol.
"Too true bud, she aint worth it man" replied Cinderblock, downing his sixth brown bottle, his words also beginning to slur. Touchdown nodded in reply, twisting his new golden watch around his wrist playfully.
"I l...love her so much and she...does what....goes off and falls for some sh..sh-shithead nerd kid....well to hell with er', I dant need here no more...*Burp*" Backslash again babbled, his eyes drooping up and down as his head bopped around trying to keep itself up.
"y..you know Slash....this chick you keep talking about....if she's yours...like you say then just...you know go to her and say 'woman I'm your man and your my woman', see what your *cough* lackin' is confidence in yourself, I fuck bitches all the time....why...because I'm confident, I let them know who's alpha in the...the food chain" The green colt blathered, running his hoof through his short purple mane.
Backslash's eye looked to his side as he though, the expression on his face that of sadness.
"I can't, she doesn't want me, I'm just not what she want from a stallion....I couldn't" .
"Shut up, you live in a big ass mansion with a huge pile of cha-ching, your top of your class and you have result scores of 94%, your too good for her man, she should feel fucken grateful to even talk to you".
"You know.....you know your right, I am too good for her....".
"Slash, Dad wants you to turn down the radio, he's trying to write up some documents" spoke in a little mare, around thirteen with a light blue coat and white slick hair.
"Shut it Bluejeans, can't you see I'm *burp* wallowing in my s..sorrow" The colt replied to his little sister. Swing his arm at her in a signal for her to leave.
"But Dad said".
"Fuck off".
The small girl stepped out of the three boy's sight.
They continued to sluggishly chat, their breath sour with indulgent alcohol and eyes dulled with fatigue, the roaring hearth-fire sending sweat beads down Backslash's neck.
The two jocks whirled there brown fermented drinks around in there equally shit-brown bottles. There presents little comfort to the white Colt.
"....I want her" Backslash whispered to himself, staring deep and longingly into the bursting embers.
"Fuck it then, let's go ask her to take you back then" Cinderblock spat out, saliva dripping from the side of his lips.
"What?" quickly replied the white writhing writer.
"let's rock up to her place and you can confront her like a real stallion and demand she take you back".
"I don't know ma..".
"Do you want her".
"yes".
"Then go take her".
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Button mash : high school life
Fiksi PenggemarButton has to go back to the troubles of teenage life, which includes patching things up at home, keeping his friends....and trying to make things less awkward between him and his X-Marefriend Sweetie belle in this dark high school life.
