[Designated walker since the icebox is within walking distance from the bar.
Yancy doesn't actually get the chance to have that next beer. The second that comes out of Raleigh's mouth, he just snaps or the guilt finally drives him insane or whatever you wanna call it but he's reaching out and grabbing Raleigh by the collar again, this time with the express intent of pulling him off of that barstool. Raleigh might stand an inch taller than him when it's all said and done but he's stronger and he can and would kick the little shit's ass the way back to the Shatterdome.
It's not Raleigh's fault that he's in such a shitty place but Raleigh's doing nothing but pushing all of the wrong buttons and making it worse and he's there to take it out on.]
Shut your fucking mouth, Raleigh. Or go home. Those are your options. If you wanted to make me feel shittier than I already do, congrats. You did. Go you.
[ and pulled off the bar stool he is. while raleigh's pretty sure that yancy isn't doesn't going to actually punch him in the face ( yet, anyways ) there's no helping his instinctive shift into a defensive stance, and there's no hiding the mixture of annoyance and hurt on his face. ]
What I wanted was to try and make sure my big brother was going to be okay. But then he was a mopey asshole who decided to push away the one person who would probably tolerate him in all this.
[ he pulls himself away from yancy's grip. option one, keeping his fucking mouth shut, isn't an acceptable option. so home it is. ]
I love you, bro. But until you stop being an jagoff who's trying to punish himself, [ did you think he wouldn't notice that? ] I'm gone.
[ he realizes, as he turns and walks away, that this is probably what yancy wants in a twisted way. if he really wants to sulk and make himself hurt because of what he did, giving his brother and co-pilot a shut up or get out ultimatum was probably a good way to do it. but raleigh's too angry to care right now. in the morning, though? he'll be stuck to yancy like glue. ]
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Yancy doesn't actually get the chance to have that next beer. The second that comes out of Raleigh's mouth, he just snaps or the guilt finally drives him insane or whatever you wanna call it but he's reaching out and grabbing Raleigh by the collar again, this time with the express intent of pulling him off of that barstool. Raleigh might stand an inch taller than him when it's all said and done but he's stronger and he can and would kick the little shit's ass the way back to the Shatterdome.
It's not Raleigh's fault that he's in such a shitty place but Raleigh's doing nothing but pushing all of the wrong buttons and making it worse and he's there to take it out on.]
Shut your fucking mouth, Raleigh. Or go home. Those are your options. If you wanted to make me feel shittier than I already do, congrats. You did. Go you.
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What I wanted was to try and make sure my big brother was going to be okay. But then he was a mopey asshole who decided to push away the one person who would probably tolerate him in all this.
[ he pulls himself away from yancy's grip. option one, keeping his fucking mouth shut, isn't an acceptable option. so home it is. ]
I love you, bro. But until you stop being an jagoff who's trying to punish himself, [ did you think he wouldn't notice that? ] I'm gone.
[ he realizes, as he turns and walks away, that this is probably what yancy wants in a twisted way. if he really wants to sulk and make himself hurt because of what he did, giving his brother and co-pilot a shut up or get out ultimatum was probably a good way to do it. but raleigh's too angry to care right now. in the morning, though? he'll be stuck to yancy like glue. ]