Teach Them A Lesson

Lesson 9: You Lecture The Drunk Delinquent

There were a lot of things that I thought I'd get to see when I opened my front door.

Maybe a guy with creepy mustaches and torn, withered out bags. Or maybe a young pshycho teenager holding a knife at my throat. Maybe a homeless guy wearing dirty clothes with signs of blood here and there after his recently commited murder. Maybe even a hot guy with proper clothes and an attire which was of any other color than black that didn't make him look like a heart-throb vampire movie star. (We all know who I got that from.)

But what I hadn't expected to find was a drunk Luke, holding another drunk stranger-- whose hands were entagled around Luke's neck as if his life depended on it--which was pretty much true considering the fact that he must have been drunk out of his mind.

As soon as I let them enter the house and locked the door, Luke stumbled on his shoes and let go of the stranger--who fell on the hard floor with a loud 'thud'--and mumbles a long list of curses.
I grimaced at the smell of alcohol.

"Ah..my Sissy.." He said as he dragged himself towards me.

I moved a bit away from him so that I could get rid of the smoke, which was not so easy since Luke was practically about to hug me.

"Eww..Luke. Go away." I scowled at him.

"My sissy doesn't love me anymore.." He pouted.. "She's such a cold-hearted bitch." He said to himself in a sad tone.

I folded my arms in response, half to show him that I didn't care what he thought of me and half to prevent him from coming any closer.

"Luke, who is that?" I asked, completely ignoring his complain about me.

"Who?"

I pointed my finger at his friend and he looked at the direction I was showing.

"Ah..that?" He asked, finally recognizing who I was talking about. "That is my friend..Hmm..What was his name again?"

He pretended to think for a few minutes, rubbing his chin with his thumb.

"I don't remember but I think it started with a 'D'.." He trailed off.

"Luke, how much did you drink?" I interrupted, suddenly worried.

He looked at me and gave a huge face-splitting grin.

"Guess the Ice-Princess does have a heart, huh?" He asked.

I ignored that remark again and asked him another question.

"Why did you bring him here?"

"Uh..I don't remember." He replied. "I think..We were talking..He was an old friend and..girls..we talked about girls. That girl. And..friends..maybe. He said that he'd be living here because he was in one of Dad's camps.." Luke's eyes widened. "Well, seems like he is bad since he was in one of those camps. But he didn't do anything wrong. He's..He's not that kind of...I just can't--" He stopped and I froze, staring at him.

His face held another strange, weirded out expression.

I threw him another worried look. What now?

But he didn't see me. He just suddenly looked around, as if he was searching for something and he stopped as his eyes focused towards my right. And all of a sudden, he ran towards the bathroom.

Oh.

I sighed.

Well, he did look like he was about to throw up.

I shook my head.

There's no need to be worried. He's always doing this. Going to parties, getting drunk and fucking around, being a manwhore. I'm not going to interfere, I told myself.