Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Prompt: Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself. (Bo Diddley)
"Joe?"
"Yeah, Hoss?"
"I feel… Ohhhhh."
"Yeah. You might've… had a little too much last night."
"I don't… what happened last night?"
"You don't remember?"
"Would I be askin' you if I did?"
"No. No, guess not."
"So…?"
"So, what?"
"Joseph…"
"Oh, what happened."
"Yeah. What happened?"
"Well… you was feelin' down over Bessie Sue takin' up with that Hargrove fella."
"Dadblamed Melvin Hargrove."
"Exactly."
"Right, but what does that have ta do with anything?"
"You needed a night out to forget it all."
"Don't remember thinkin' that."
"Well, you did. Need a night out, I mean. Not necessarily… think of it yourself."
"Joseph…"
"But you enjoyed yourself. I made sure of it."
"You did, did you? Then how come I feel so dadburned awful?"
"Well…"
"What did you do?"
"Now wait a minute! Before you… you accuse me, take a look at yourself!"
"Why do I think I got every right ta be accusin'—"
"Look! Look at yourself!"
"Well dadblame it, Joe, I… why can't… wait a minute. Where are we?"
"We're, uh… I'm not exactly sure. I think we're out back of the livery stable."
"What are we doin' out here?"
"We're, uh… we're layin' here."
"Joseph…"
"Yeah, Hoss?"
"Why are we layin' here?"
"Cause we can't go anywhere else."
"And why can't we… Wait. Why can't I move my feet?"
"Funny thing, right?"
"Are my… are my feet mortared into a wall?"
"Um… yeah. Mine too."
"Why are my feet mortared into a wall? Ohhhhh…"
"Mine too!"
"I don't care about your feet, Joseph! I wanna know why I'm layin' in an alley behind the livery stable at… what time is it, anyway?"
"Dunno. Almost morning?"
"At 'almost morning' with my head feelin' like a stage run over it and my feet in a wall!"
"It's not all my fault."
"Joseph…"
"You started the fight. I was just tryin' ta help you have a good time, is all."
"Don't you go all injured innocent on me, little brother."
"I'm just sayin'—"
"What happened? Ohhhh…"
"Shh! You don't want anybody ta see us here like this, do ya?"
"Well… naw, I guess not. But dang it, Joe—what happened?"
"See… there was some of them bricklayers from the new bank playin' poker in the Silver Dollar."
"And?"
"And… Melvin Hargrove was with 'em."
"Dadblamed Melvin Hargrove."
"Yeah. But, you had ta go over there and get loud."
"Dang right. I been datin' Bessie Sue for years…"
"And… things just kinda took off from there."
"Huh. Good fight?"
"Yeah. Real good fight. 'Cept… I guess we both went down, and when I woke up here we were with, uh… with our feet in a wall."
"Dadburned bricklayers."
"Yeah. Do you think you can get us outa here?"
"Mortar can't be set yet. One thing I don't understand, though."
"Yeah?"
"I ain't been this drunk in forever. Can't understand how that happened."
…..
"Joseph?"
"Well… I was tryin' to help you have a good time…"