doubt it
… i don’t know, honestly i was pretty drunk at the time…
*God dammit, Max…*
Okay, so… I’m going to have to ground you from Pure er… Maven, again. That is technically destruction of property, Max. Though hopefully the owner won’t be too mad about having a solid-gold car they can sell off for a better one.
what?! why ground me from Maven again?! he didn’t even do anything! *loud frown*
So he wasn’t drunk as well? He was trying to be a good influence on you this time? *doubtful voice*
doubt it
… i don’t know, honestly i was pretty drunk at the time…
*God dammit, Max…*
Okay, so… I’m going to have to ground you from Pure er… Maven, again. That is technically destruction of property, Max. Though hopefully the owner won’t be too mad about having a solid-gold car they can sell off for a better one.
Okay… first off, do me a solid and never mention the word ‘Appy’ to me again.
Those are nightmares that I do not need to revisit.Now… Max? Is what they’re implying true? Or are they being literal and you’re drinking water or something? @dedmaxsearchhistory
*he sticks his tongue out at the anon before turning to Carlos* uhh, maybe ?
Maybe to what, Max? *Carlos’ tone is patient, but he doesn’t feel patient.*
i may have.. fuked up *he looked away, nervously holding his hands together*
*Carlos sighs* Okay, buddy. You and me… we’re going to get any alcohol that you have… and dump it. Right down the drain. Got it?
*he hesitates before nodding silently and glancing towards his tent* i-it’s in my tent.. th-there’s only a couple bottles though
Alright then. Let’s go, Max. Lead the way.
*he starts for his tent, still looking at the ground*
*Carlos just goes with him. He’s honestly not sure what to say – he decided they should focus on clearing Max’ stash before sitting down to talk.*
*they soon reached his tent, Max opened the door and stepped through*
make sure to close the door or else the ducks will get out again..
*This surprises Carlos* Ducks? *he steps in and shuts the door behind himself as asked*
yeah, awhile ago i found three baby ducks- *three little ducks tiredly waddle out from under Maxs bed* -so i’ve been raising them..!
Oh my goodness *Carlos is momentarily awed by their cuteness* Where did you find them, Max?
i found them in my pocket after passing out in the woods.. *the ducks waddle over to Carlos after noticing him, one snapping at his ankles*
*Carlos just watched them, smiling. Awe, it thought it was vicious…* They’re adorable. How long have you had them?
a month a half i think- Jen leave Carlos alone! *he sighs and pulls book bag out from under his bed* i don’t know why she attacks everyone..
It’s cute. *he then looks at Max again* But, um… back to business. Where’s… the stuff?
*he opens the bag and pulls out two bottles, one’s half empty and the other’s unopened* right here…
*Carlos nods* Alright. Let’s go outside and find a place to dump it. Is the Mess Hall empty?
Okay… first off, do me a solid and never mention the word ‘Appy’ to me again.
Those are nightmares that I do not need to revisit.Now… Max? Is what they’re implying true? Or are they being literal and you’re drinking water or something? @dedmaxsearchhistory
*he sticks his tongue out at the anon before turning to Carlos* uhh, maybe ?
Maybe to what, Max? *Carlos’ tone is patient, but he doesn’t feel patient.*
i may have.. fuked up *he looked away, nervously holding his hands together*
*Carlos sighs* Okay, buddy. You and me… we’re going to get any alcohol that you have… and dump it. Right down the drain. Got it?
*he hesitates before nodding silently and glancing towards his tent* i-it’s in my tent.. th-there’s only a couple bottles though
Alright then. Let’s go, Max. Lead the way.
*he starts for his tent, still looking at the ground*
*Carlos just goes with him. He’s honestly not sure what to say – he decided they should focus on clearing Max’ stash before sitting down to talk.*
*they soon reached his tent, Max opened the door and stepped through*
make sure to close the door or else the ducks will get out again..
*This surprises Carlos* Ducks? *he steps in and shuts the door behind himself as asked*
yeah, awhile ago i found three baby ducks- *three little ducks tiredly waddle out from under Maxs bed* -so i’ve been raising them..!
Oh my goodness *Carlos is momentarily awed by their cuteness* Where did you find them, Max?
i found them in my pocket after passing out in the woods.. *the ducks waddle over to Carlos after noticing him, one snapping at his ankles*
*Carlos just watched them, smiling. Awe, it thought it was vicious…* They’re adorable. How long have you had them?
a month a half i think- Jen leave Carlos alone! *he sighs and pulls book bag out from under his bed* i don’t know why she attacks everyone..
It’s cute. *he then looks at Max again* But, um… back to business. Where’s… the stuff?
Okay… first off, do me a solid and never mention the word ‘Appy’ to me again.
Those are nightmares that I do not need to revisit.Now… Max? Is what they’re implying true? Or are they being literal and you’re drinking water or something? @dedmaxsearchhistory
*he sticks his tongue out at the anon before turning to Carlos* uhh, maybe ?
Maybe to what, Max? *Carlos’ tone is patient, but he doesn’t feel patient.*
i may have.. fuked up *he looked away, nervously holding his hands together*
*Carlos sighs* Okay, buddy. You and me… we’re going to get any alcohol that you have… and dump it. Right down the drain. Got it?
*he hesitates before nodding silently and glancing towards his tent* i-it’s in my tent.. th-there’s only a couple bottles though
Alright then. Let’s go, Max. Lead the way.
Okay… first off, do me a solid and never mention the word ‘Appy’ to me again.
Those are nightmares that I do not need to revisit.Now… Max? Is what they’re implying true? Or are they being literal and you’re drinking water or something? @dedmaxsearchhistory
*he sticks his tongue out at the anon before turning to Carlos* uhh, maybe ?
Maybe to what, Max? *Carlos’ tone is patient, but he doesn’t feel patient.*
i may have.. fuked up *he looked away, nervously holding his hands together*
*Carlos sighs* Okay, buddy. You and me… we’re going to get any alcohol that you have… and dump it. Right down the drain. Got it?
You know, last time I listened to one of you guys I was wrong. Fool me twice and all that… Lemme just ask the boy myself.
@dedmaxsearchhistory? You hearing this? *gestures upward*
P-.. my friend and i were just talking.. i didn’t think we’d ever actually do any of it… *his voice cracks a few times*
*kneels in front of him* Okay… so what happened to make you actually do it?
*he glanced at Carlos* i-i guess it was seeing him s-so happy.. i didn’t want to upset him more then i already ha-have…
He was happy to rob stores and ride in a car that you legally can’t drive? He was happy to pull you into getting in trouble?
Max… that doesn’t sound like a ‘friend’ sort of thing.
he was just… *he grows quiet and looks back tot he ground, Carlos had a point but Max loved Pure…* i-.. i don’t care..
But you do. You tried to hide it from me, so you care, don’t you?
*he fights back more tears* i- i don’t know..!
Take some more deep breaths, Max. *reaches into his pocket for his pack of tissues and offers one* Here…
*he tries taking deeper breaths, taking a tissue and holding it tightly* i-i’m sorry..
I know, Max. I know you are. Listen… your friend isn’t a good influence. You did bad stuff for them and you could have hurt people driving that car. And you had been doing so well staying away from alcohol. I understand though that, in that regard, it’s tough to get clean and people slip up sometimes. I’m not judging you, I promise.
*confused Max sound???* okay, maybe you’re the one’s who drunk because that- *points to cup* is a sippy cup full of orange juice
*confused dad face* What? But… *points to this* http://the-perfect-scientist.tumblr.com/post/170081996855/your-undead-son-is-getting-drunk-again-you-need
what the fuck.. well the anon was lying
Oh. *stands there awkwardly for a moment. But then suddenly takes a sip from the cup and offers it back to Max in a totally dad-like manner*
*he takes it and wipes it off before drinking* see, just juice…
Yeah. Sorry for any backwash… And sorry for… you know. I just got concerned when someone said that…
that’s alright, if makes you feel better i was three weeks clean! *he smiles proudly*
That’s fantastic, Max! *he grins back. But then his smile goes a little sad* I’m still sorry. I should have given you the benefit of the doubt and trusted you… I handled that very poorly and I’m deeply sorry.
*laughs* hell fucking no, dude
*he
wakes up, almost jolting upright, shoving Carlos’ hands away and
pushing himself back* n-no! *fear and panic clear on his til he slowly
realizes where he is**Carlos blinks at the kid, surprised, but he relaxes
slightly.* Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay… how are you feeling?… *he brings his knees to his chest, looking upset* i feel like shyt… where are we?
At the nurse’s cabin. I’m gonna call an ambulance – unless you’re
feeling okay enough for me to drive you to the hospital?*his eyes widen* h-hospital ? nononono no hospitals! *he scoots back on the bed*
*blinks* Max, buddy, you’re obviously deathly ill. And for
some asinine reason you had alcohol. You
have to be checked over.
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