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A/N: These outtakes are not beta'd. They're just something I do as a writing exercise to help me get into the heads of other characters and build on the plot a little more through their development/inner thoughts. You'll want to read each one *after* reading it's corresponding chapter to help them make sense as they won't flow from one to the next the same way the main story does.
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Chapter 27
OUTTAKE
McCarty's Revenge
… Emmett…
After leaving Birdie with Cullen at the truck to fill up its tank, I head into the bathroom and pull out my phone to help kill some time while I take a massive piss.
You can imagine my surprise when I pass through the door and discover there's already entertainment.
Liam Brennan is literally passed out, piss-drunk on the floor, all alone, with an empty flask beside his head.
"Oh-ho-ho! This night just keeps-getting-better!"
Liam's body twitches at the sound of my voice but without hesitation I move forward then give his foot a swift kick.
That's when I notice the tiny baggie of dope that's also lying next to him.
It's clear as day he's high as fuck.
He's attempting to numb his pathetic failures, courtesy of the booze and dirty dope that's currently pumping through his system.
I'm honestly not sober enough myself to be dealing with this, but all things considered, I'm more than ready to have some fun at his expense.
He's still breathing, bummer, but he barely responds to my second kick.
That's when the diabolical thought enters my head...
I mean, I need to pee, and he's passed out right beneath the damn urinal.
Opportunity has presented itself.
Who am I to ignore it?
My feet square off beside Liam's limp frame and I snort back a laugh as I begin to soak his clothing with everything I've got in my bladder. To top things off I shake with purpose and add some glistening shine to his fuck boy hair.
All this time, Liam remains pretty damn still, even though he's now swimming in my piss.
After zipping up, I decide to remove his sneakers, the only things that aren't wet yet, and drop each one into a toilet.
Since I absolutely want him to know it was me, I scribble a quick love note onto a paper towel, leave it next to his face and then wash my hands before snapping a picture.
Retribution truly is a wonderful thing.
One thing's for sure, the next time our paths do cross and Liam is sober, it's going to be a hell of a good time bringing up his golden shower and watching him squirm.