“I’m going to need chicken blood, salt, five candles and a bottle of Vodka.” Taking off her kimono handing it to him.
“Vodka? For a spell?”
“No thats just to make me feel better about ripping a hole in the universe.”
A sudden crush came from behind them, stopping them all once agian.
“CUT… Get him off set.”
“What the fuck?” Turning and looking behind her. Collapsed on the floor with upturned chairs and books was Danny, drunk with a bottle of JD, empty in hand.
“What the hell Danny?” Steve handing the kimono back to her, which she handed to a wardrobe assistant.
“The two of you had better get him out of here.” she whispered to them.
The two of them went and pulled him to his feet. Refusing to surrender the empty bottle. They struggled to lead him of set and to the trailer.
Pushing him up the two steps and through the small door following him. He dropped himself on the sofa, finally dropping the empty bottle.
“What hurricane went through here?” asked Steve as the two of them looked around at the smashed mugs, glasses, bunches of flowers thrown across the floor, a table that was once fixed to the wall now ripped from its spot and broken in half.
Danny lent forward picking up a partly finished bottle of vodka.
“Some hurricane hell called Tara.”
Steve and Cara looked at each other. Cara sat down beside him taking the bottle from him, opening it before taking a swig from it, pulling a face at the sharp warm taste, handing him back the bottle.
Pulling out some hair pins before pulling off her blood wing, laying it on her lap reviling her short dark hair partly hidden under a wig cap.
“Wigs won’t like that”
“Don’t care” throwing it at Steve
“I hate your sister.”
“Hay you married her. She’s know your problem.”
“And don’t I know it.” Taking another swig form the bottle
“So why did you go all rock and roll on the place?” Asked Steve, Danny looked up at him taking another swig.
“I asked her for a devoice.” looking to Cara. “She refused”
“Why?” shocked that her sister had not told her.
“I caught her cheating.”
He took another mouth full of vodka, putting the bottle down of the floor between his feat, hesitated then pulled his shirt up showing his back covered in bruises.
“What the fuck!” Cara stared at his body, confused and over whelmed, shocked.
“She decided that my golf clubs would be a good thing to beat me with this time.”
“This Time!?”
Just a short piece which I done as a personal challenge of writing two pages in my travelers note through September 2019 (which a failed miserably with), using prompts found on Pinterest. This one originally was from TheFakeRedHead.com
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