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Here we are. Yet another night at the bar.
Steve-o watched with concern and a little disgust as Chris and Bam tried to race each other to the bottom of a bottle. Ryan's death hit them all really hard, naturally, but it clearly hurt Chris and Bam the most. Those two need to get a grip, he thought. Well all miss Ryan horribly, but I swear those two are trying to join him...
His thoughts were interrupted by shouting. "Wadaya mean, no?" Bam yelled.
"You heard me," the bartender said wearily. "I'm cutting you two off. If you want to kill yourself, find another damn bar."
"Fuck this shit, I can drink at home. Chris, wanna join me?"
"Sure."
( Drunken fumbling happens next. )
Steve-o watched with concern and a little disgust as Chris and Bam tried to race each other to the bottom of a bottle. Ryan's death hit them all really hard, naturally, but it clearly hurt Chris and Bam the most. Those two need to get a grip, he thought. Well all miss Ryan horribly, but I swear those two are trying to join him...
His thoughts were interrupted by shouting. "Wadaya mean, no?" Bam yelled.
"You heard me," the bartender said wearily. "I'm cutting you two off. If you want to kill yourself, find another damn bar."
"Fuck this shit, I can drink at home. Chris, wanna join me?"
"Sure."
( Drunken fumbling happens next. )