Putting holes in happiness

Jail time

Manson's P.O.V.: I left Leonore alone for a minute so that I could say hi to an old friend of mine, and as soon as I turned back to look, Evan was walking up to me. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. She was high, wasted, or a combination of both. Evan collapsed in my arms as she went to hug me.

"I looove yooou sooo muchhhh!!" she slurred. Then, I heard Leonore's heels clinking over clumsily after five martinis.

"whaat thee fuuuucccckkk dooo yoouuu thinkkkkk yeeerrrr dooooing?" she slurred to Evan.

"Whaasaaa iiit looookk liiikeee Immmm doooing?" Evan countered, kissing me. Her breath smelled like whisky and cigarettes...a.k.a. Twiggy in his party days.

"dooon toouuch hiiiiimmmm biiitchh! Heee miinee!" Leonore then punched Evan in the face, and almost lost her balance. Evan stumbled back, in shock like she couldn't fathom what had just happened.

"Yooooooou biiiitch!" Evan said, wiping the blood off her lip. Then, she smacked Leonore and pushed her on the ground. Both them fell to the floor in a tangle of blond hair and red finger nails. Leonore was punching the shit out of Evan, while Evan scratched at her face, and tried to buck her off. They shrieked high pitch squeals, and I could only make out the words, 'bitch', 'hoe', 'whore', 'slut', 'skank', and 'boyfriend'. I would have laughed if this situation didn't screw me over. Whatever Evan was on, I had given her, and Leonore was only drunk because I bought drinks for her. Shit. Then, the sirens came, and a couple of cops walked in. They parted the crowd of star-struck 20-somethings as they came to separate the two fighting girls. One cop pulled Leonore off of Evan, and led her away.

"Thiiiisss izzzzzn'ttt oooooverrrr hooooo!!!" Leonore shouted, as Evan was dragged in the opposite direction out front. Then, a cop cuffed me too. Damn it. Why the fuck did she have to show up?

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Leonore's P.O.V.:

I woke up somewhere I didn't know, my head felt like it was going to explode, I was all sweaty, and as soon as I opened my eyes I had to run to the nearest toilet and vomit. At first, it didn't register that I was in a jail cell since I was too busy throwing up everything I drank last night. Every step back to the cot made my head feel like it was about to explode, and as soon as I layed down, I had to get back up and vomit again. This really sucked. Then, a door slammed, which sent sparks throughout my head.

"Holy fuck!" I yelled, a cop walked up to my cell.

"Mornin' Leonore," he said, "how's your day so far?"

"Horrible," I answered, annoyed, "how do you know my name?"

"You told me it last night," he said, "I'm afraid that we're going to have to file charges against you for underage drinking, and fighting in public.

"What?" I couldn't remember anything of last night.

"Are you aware that you drank three times over the legal limit of alcohol consumption?" he asked.

"Fuck..." I muttered, wishing that he wouldn't lecture me and just stop talking/looking at me now before my head exploded, "okay...can I go home now?"

"I'm afraid not until you are bailed out." he said, smirking. Then, he walked off, and I fell back on the cot.

A few hours later, him and Manson returned with the keys. Evan walked slowly behind them, holding her head like it was going to explode too.

"I bailed you out," Manson said. He hugged me to let me know that he wasn't mad at me for screwing up, "now let's go home and get you some aspirin." We walked out hand-in-hand, and rode in a taxi home. First, it dropped Evan off at her private estate; and finally, it let us off at our house.

Once home, I took an aspirin, and went to bed. Manson sat in bed next to me, watching the TV on mute with subtitles.

I mostly stayed in bed for the next two days, occassionally eating saltines and drinking coffee, then throwing it up. Finally, when I was totally sober and hangover-free, the legal papers arrived, and told me exactly what I was facing. I got lucky, I just had to pay a fine, and serve three weeks of community service at an Old Folks' home...Ughh. I would have rather gotten jail time, is that bad?