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buckle up baby's it's a long one
Coreyxjoey
After a hard night of drinking every available alcohol product that the shelves of the hotel's bar had to offer them, Slipknot in itself had been facing the consequences to specifically demanding that every ounce of liquor, whatever it may be, was off the shelf and into their shot glasses.
They've always done this, party a little too hard after a successful gig, the only plan at the time was to either fuck by the time the sun awakens from its nightly departure or to drink out the entire selection of booze available and manage to black out in their warm hotel beds before they collapse on the cold tiles supporting the hotel bar.
Corey was the one who excessively drank the most out of the lot, but for completely different reasons compared to when he was drinking heavy liquor until the sun came up. He drank as his only escape from whatever pain or depression lurked inside of him, as much as he tried to hide it from the rest of the band, and most importantly, the fans that cared greatly for his wellbeing.
They'd all found out anyway despite Corey's best efforts to keep his drinking problems concealed. It wasn't hard to drink, so he did. It was easy to release whatever fumes he had within himself with the aid of alcohol, what he always turned to.
One night after catching his latest girlfriend getting felt up by some jock in her rental, his mind was spinning with rage. He came there to bring her medicine because she cancelled their date he took the time to arrange to spend a little time together even if it was during a tour. He realized that she was using a so called flu that rose out of nowhere as an excuse to fuck the guy much to Corey's disbelief at the moment.
The bitch seemed to have used him for whatever money she could get her hands on but didn't think that Corey was enough and was disappointed that his dick couldn't be in her whore mouth and up inside her at the same time, which is most likely what she wanted. Shawn did warn him but he didn't listen.
He was so blind with rage that he stormed outside of the apartment, crashed at the nearest bar and got drunk off of his ass so bad that he wasn't even close to his hotel room when he passed out on the cold floor until one of his bandmates found him that morning in the hallway, shocked at his state. It was Craig, who thankfully hadn't called Shawn immediately to see him like that but instead brought Jim who easily hauled him over his shoulder.
He was sick for days, in bed and ill, supremely regretting the solution he used for his problems. They all got on the bus a day later than planned which irked Shawn who was distressed enough to condition him into avoiding alcohol consumption at all costs unless he wanted to be the death of the band due to his own faults and severe drinking problems, most importantly, the death of himself. They didn't send him straight to the hospital because that'd stir up too much news with the media and would immediately spread like a disease, people would probably think that he was dying from one with how fast rumors spread. Corey decided to sleep it off. Shawn said that if this continued, he would send him into rehab or something to help the man before he did major damage to his body. He had no choice to submit until he could control his drinking habits.
This night was one of the nights that he felt glad to get wasted with his buddies that he held dear.
Corey was typically an absolute goofball when under the use of alcohol, the loud one who bantered on about whatever came to his mind in hopes that someone else would share the same joys as him, even if it meant rambling about a strip club they'd went to or even about if orange juice was better than apple juice, but it only escalated to that babbling level by four or five if not stopped.
