The Other Side of Two-Bit
*note* drunkeness is very serious and is VERY VERY BAD. I am just making up a story about the stupid things Two-Bit does when he's drunk. He doesn't do anything bad, he is just a FOOL. ok?
Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders as you probably would have guessed.
Overjoyed at winning the second large rumble against the Socs, the gang limped back to Pony's house, ready to use up ten hours of their time partying and nursing their wounds at the same time. The only one who was ok was Two-Bit, who usually got bashed up a lot.
Two-Bit opened the Curtis' front door and stomped in.
"Hey Darry where's the chocolate milk?"
"None left," Darry grunted, holding his blood-smeared nose, "finished the carton this morning."
"Okay, where's the beer then?"
"None of that either. We only have this fancy crap up on that cabinet." Darry pointed out, aiming a useable finger at a red bottle on the top of a dusty brown cabinet. Two-Bit grinned.
"At least you got somethin'."
Darry grunted again.
"Lighten up, buddy," Soda told his brother, shoving him playfully while Two- Bit took down the bottle, opening it. While Darry yelled at Soda for "punching him", Two-Bit proceeded to take a sip.
"That's pretty good!"
He passed the bottle around but no one would touch it. They weren't in the mood to have a drink. Darry wouldn't let Pony have some anyways. Or would he? Two-Bit reluctantly shoved the bottle towards the kid.
"Hey Ponyboy, want some?"
"Nah," Pony grinned. He went to the couch and sat down, sighing in sudden comfort.
After a couple of glasses of the stuff from the red bottle, Two-Bit began staggering. No one noticed because they were reading a very interesting feminine magazine.
"Ok, ok, look at this," Soda said a bit tiredly, pointing at a quiz in the mag. "How to kiss a guy. Number one: Slow but steady...." he went on, until the gang laughed so hard it hurt their gashes and they immediately stopped.
Now Two-Bit hopped over to Darry, who was standing in a corner reading the paper.
"Darry?"
"What?"
Two-Bit pulled a face so crazy Darry screamed and ran upstairs. It was hard to explain. He had pulled his mouth wide open with his two pinkies and pulled his eyes vertically and horizontally with his middle and forefingers.
"Wait Darry!" Two-Bit yelled fiercely, and crawled upstairs on his arms and legs. He entered a bedroom, where Darry was hiding under the bed, making sounds like a mouse.
A black tie was sitting in an old chair beside the bed. Two-Bit hopped over and tied it around his head.
"A pirate am I! A pirate I am!" he screeched, sounding half like a monkey and half like a sick lobster.
Two-Bit proceeded to do a dance that looked like maybe it was from a Michael Jackson video, and Darry finally gathered up enough courage to crawl out from under the bed."
"Darry, my man!" Two-Bit said, the tie falling in his eyes. He held out his hand hoping for a high five, but instead he got a kick in the shins.
"You can't hurt me! I'm...Captain Hook!" Two-Bit said after a while. Excitedly he leaped up onto the bed and started bouncing on it, yelling "[censored]" at the top of his lungs. Again, Darry ran screaming out of the room.
Two-Bit got off the bed in a single bound and ran to the foot of the stairs. He could see Darry hiding in the living room from there.
"Wait Darry! I will have peace! I will have justice! I am Batman!" he squealed, jumping off of the foot of the stairs, and landed himself in the hospital.
Nobody knew where that not-yet-empty bottle of liquor went, but maybe the screaming nurses that were running out of Two-Bit's hospital dorm should have given them a clue.
THE END
P.S. don't drink and drive. don't drink and do Michael Jackson moves, either.
*note* drunkeness is very serious and is VERY VERY BAD. I am just making up a story about the stupid things Two-Bit does when he's drunk. He doesn't do anything bad, he is just a FOOL. ok?
Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders as you probably would have guessed.
Overjoyed at winning the second large rumble against the Socs, the gang limped back to Pony's house, ready to use up ten hours of their time partying and nursing their wounds at the same time. The only one who was ok was Two-Bit, who usually got bashed up a lot.
Two-Bit opened the Curtis' front door and stomped in.
"Hey Darry where's the chocolate milk?"
"None left," Darry grunted, holding his blood-smeared nose, "finished the carton this morning."
"Okay, where's the beer then?"
"None of that either. We only have this fancy crap up on that cabinet." Darry pointed out, aiming a useable finger at a red bottle on the top of a dusty brown cabinet. Two-Bit grinned.
"At least you got somethin'."
Darry grunted again.
"Lighten up, buddy," Soda told his brother, shoving him playfully while Two- Bit took down the bottle, opening it. While Darry yelled at Soda for "punching him", Two-Bit proceeded to take a sip.
"That's pretty good!"
He passed the bottle around but no one would touch it. They weren't in the mood to have a drink. Darry wouldn't let Pony have some anyways. Or would he? Two-Bit reluctantly shoved the bottle towards the kid.
"Hey Ponyboy, want some?"
"Nah," Pony grinned. He went to the couch and sat down, sighing in sudden comfort.
After a couple of glasses of the stuff from the red bottle, Two-Bit began staggering. No one noticed because they were reading a very interesting feminine magazine.
"Ok, ok, look at this," Soda said a bit tiredly, pointing at a quiz in the mag. "How to kiss a guy. Number one: Slow but steady...." he went on, until the gang laughed so hard it hurt their gashes and they immediately stopped.
Now Two-Bit hopped over to Darry, who was standing in a corner reading the paper.
"Darry?"
"What?"
Two-Bit pulled a face so crazy Darry screamed and ran upstairs. It was hard to explain. He had pulled his mouth wide open with his two pinkies and pulled his eyes vertically and horizontally with his middle and forefingers.
"Wait Darry!" Two-Bit yelled fiercely, and crawled upstairs on his arms and legs. He entered a bedroom, where Darry was hiding under the bed, making sounds like a mouse.
A black tie was sitting in an old chair beside the bed. Two-Bit hopped over and tied it around his head.
"A pirate am I! A pirate I am!" he screeched, sounding half like a monkey and half like a sick lobster.
Two-Bit proceeded to do a dance that looked like maybe it was from a Michael Jackson video, and Darry finally gathered up enough courage to crawl out from under the bed."
"Darry, my man!" Two-Bit said, the tie falling in his eyes. He held out his hand hoping for a high five, but instead he got a kick in the shins.
"You can't hurt me! I'm...Captain Hook!" Two-Bit said after a while. Excitedly he leaped up onto the bed and started bouncing on it, yelling "[censored]" at the top of his lungs. Again, Darry ran screaming out of the room.
Two-Bit got off the bed in a single bound and ran to the foot of the stairs. He could see Darry hiding in the living room from there.
"Wait Darry! I will have peace! I will have justice! I am Batman!" he squealed, jumping off of the foot of the stairs, and landed himself in the hospital.
Nobody knew where that not-yet-empty bottle of liquor went, but maybe the screaming nurses that were running out of Two-Bit's hospital dorm should have given them a clue.
THE END
P.S. don't drink and drive. don't drink and do Michael Jackson moves, either.