Hate: ..Sam, Tim.. Come help, please.

Tim: *only he walks out* I don't know where the fuck Sam is but ya, what's up- Oh god.

*giggles hysterically on the floor, cuddling my puppy*

Hate: She's drunk as hell. She was yesterday, too. Today she complained about how much her head hurt and.. how her back hurt which I'm not gonna question.. B-But anyways.. she found the vodka and honestly I am so annoyed right now.

Tim: She.. usually doesn't get drunk so maybe she was just bored, lol.

Sam: *fucking bursts out of nowhere* Nah, I convinced her to get drunk with me. *hiccups and lays on the floor*

Tim and Hate: *facepalms*

*laughs a bit and then sits up* *whines* I'm booorreeeddd. Hey! How about I tell you all my secrets. Hmm, let's see... I'm really kinky-

Hate: Why was that your first fact-

Shut up. Anyways, I'm always tired, I have insomnia that will probably never go away, I've never smoked but I was friends with a group of smokers who I still hang out with sometimes, while I was hitchhiking through Europe my old girlfriend and I use to pick pocket people in clubs, and I worked as a stripper for three months! *giggles* Kidding! That last one was a lie, it was four months. *lays back down and rolls over*

Hate: *is scared* Ok, how about you go to sleep-

*groans* Whhhhyyyyyyy?!

Tim: *ignores me* Sam, how shitfaced are you?

Sam: *starts crying* I don't knoooowwwww.

Tim: God- ugh. Both of you, go to sleep.

Sam: Noooooooooooooooo. Tim I need your comfort the world is depressing me-

Tim: *tries to escape*

Hate: Oh no bitch you aren't going anywhere. Sit the fuck down and keep your boyfriend from crying*

Sam: *starts crying harder*

Hate: Shit.

Tim: We are... so screwed.

Hate: Ya..