whenever people make a wild political statement and give a source and the source is a tweet written by a 16 year old and then the tweet also has no source i'm like
listen. i'm not saying that 16 year olds are not allowed to have opinions or be respected. but an unsourced tweet that cannot be verified by research posted by a random kid on the internet is NOT a valid source please i am begging.
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Sam knocks back another shot before slamming the empty glass onto the bar.
The sound gets the bartender’s attention.”Want another?” he asks knowingly, already reaching for the bottle of tequila he’d poured the first three shots from.
“Yeah,” Sam nods. He watches as a fresh shot glass gets filled in front of him. He takes it with a ‘thanks’ before taking that shot as well.
“Slow down, Sams,” a familiar voice says behind him. A hand brushes across his back before the stool next to him becomes occupied by a familiar face. Zoey brushes her hair back from her face before getting the bartender’s attention to order her own drink.
Sam scoffs before signaling for another.
The bartender slides his fifth shot in front of him at the same time he places a fruity mixed drink in front of Zoey.
She takes a sip of her drink as she watches Sam down the shot. “This about Charlotte?” she asks, sounding bored.
“Jesus Christ, does everyone know?” Sam pinches the bridge of his nose, pushing up his sunglasses. He toys with the empty shot glass. “It happened last night-” he starts.
Zoey cuts him off. “Yeah, I know. Left you a letter, ran off with your marriage counselor to Clivesdale.” She pulls a disgusted face at the mention of the rival town before taking another drink.”It’s what all the uppity old ladies are gossiping about when they come in for coffee. And honestly? Fuck her.”
A small, humorless chuckle leaves Sam at that. “Yeah, well the lack of fucking her might have been what led to this.”
“Why’s it matter?” Zoey questions with a tilt of her head. “You weren’t happy with her. Why does it hurt so bad?”
He ponders this as he signals the bartender for another shot. “...I don’t know,” he says finally, “I think because she held on so tight, insisted on counseling despite her affairs… it’s just kind of fucked up that she’d run off with the person who was trying to fix us?”
He’s not making sense, he knows. He happily takes the next shot as soon as it’s in front of him. “I don’t fucking know, Zoe. She was my first love, my highschool sweetheart. The fact that we fell apart just kind of fucking sucks on its own. The constant betrayal just makes it worse.”
“Like you were faithful,” Zoey reminds him as she sets a hand on his shoulder. “Honestly, how many women besides me have you been with?”
“None,” Sam says honestly. He’s starting to get dizzy, all the alcohol he’s consumed starting to hit. “Just you. It’s been you for years.”
Silence.
He glances over at her to see the stunned expression on her face. He pulls off his sunglasses, setting them on the bartop.
“Sams…” Zoey seems speechless. “I- You know I’m not going to stay in Hatchetfield forever, right?”
“Who says I wouldn’t go to New York with you?” He looks at her seriously, blue eyes shimmering with some emotions she can’t seem to handle.
She looks away. “You can’t uproot your whole life for me.” Grabbing her drink, she quickly chugs it. Once it’s empty, she stands and, without looking at Sam again, heads for the door.
The bartender starts to call after her, but Sam stops him. “I’ll pay for her drink.” Sliding his sunglasses back on, he holds up an empty shot glass. “How about another?”
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doing a revamp of my pages on tumblr this is healing this is good for me this is theraputic
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