Chapter Three - TT
*names have been changed for protection
{Larry*, Mary*, and Barry* arrive at their shared apartment. Larry and Mary carry Barry inside and put him on the couch.}
Larry: Okay, first I'll search his room, and you search the kitchen. If you find something, don't just throw it away, pour it out first. Every last bottle has to go.
{Mary nods and goes into the kitchen. Larry goes to Barry's bedroom.}
{They search the house and find about 25 bottles of assorted liquor, etc. They pour it all down the drain and trash the bottles. Mary makes coffee for Larry and Barry, for whenever he should wake up.}
{Barry finally wakes up and moans with pains of a hangover.}
Barry: What the freak happened?
Mary: Don't you remember anything from today?
Barry: No, but that was one killer party last night, wasn't it?
Larry: Please, Barry, enough about the party. We were there. We saw you making a fool of yourself. We saw you get drunk not only last night, but this morning, too. And frankly, we're tired of it.
Barry: Whoa you sound like my dad. You know, I thought turning 18 would be great. We'd get out of that ruddy school, what was it, Hogsbreath, and we'd all be living together, just like old times. But we could do anything we wanted was the point. We're not in America, it's okay to drink. So I had some beers. So what? Lot of help you guys have been. Trying to get me locked up today. I saw the way that woman looked at us. She wanted me to be put away. Great friends you are. And I suppose you got rid of all my collection, too? Ransacked the whole house, I'll wager. Well, you won't have found my wallet. It's still got enough left to buy me something to help me figure a way out of here. And I am getting out of here, believe it. As soon as I get a plan, consider me gone.
Mary: So you DO remember what happened today!
Larry: Barry, be reasonable. We were just trying to help you. You have drinking problem. Last night wasn't the first time we've taken you home and had to pull over a few times so you could throw up. Fortunately, we left while you still had some dignity left. But after what happened today, you're riding thin when it comes to stateliness. Barry, all we want is the best for you. And leaving here won't do you any good. Stay here and we'll all do something together, on me. That way you can keep that money left in your wallet for something you really want. Like a new broom, perhaps?
Mary: Barry, I couldn't bear it if you were to leave us. Please don't go. Larry and I will be miserable without you. Let us help you. Going to some bar again to drink away your troubles won't help you get your life back. That's only running away form your problems, and Barry, I've never known you to be a quitter like that. Think about our first year at our old school. First we kept searching and searching for Nigel Flambel, then we found out everything, and who was the one who manned the chess game and saved us all? Who was the one who sacrificed himself for the good of his friends? That was YOU, Barry. If you hadn't committed that act of bravery, we would have never stopped Quivvel that night. You didn't quit then. Are going to quit now?
{Barry looks up at his friends with teary eyes.}
Barry: You guys are the best! I can never stay mad at you! C'mere, let's have a hug!
{Group hug! Awwwwwww...}
Barry: Now, Larry, about that, uh, 'treat' for all of us. What do you say to a few rounds of Margarine Beer on you? The we can go down to Zonkers and the Moaning Manor and...
Mary: He's back alright. That's the Barry I know.
Larry: Yeah but this Barry is more expensive...Say, Mary, can you loan me a few Gurgleons?
Mary: Anything for you guys...
~* END OF FIRST PASSAGE *~
*names have been changed for protection
{Larry*, Mary*, and Barry* arrive at their shared apartment. Larry and Mary carry Barry inside and put him on the couch.}
Larry: Okay, first I'll search his room, and you search the kitchen. If you find something, don't just throw it away, pour it out first. Every last bottle has to go.
{Mary nods and goes into the kitchen. Larry goes to Barry's bedroom.}
{They search the house and find about 25 bottles of assorted liquor, etc. They pour it all down the drain and trash the bottles. Mary makes coffee for Larry and Barry, for whenever he should wake up.}
{Barry finally wakes up and moans with pains of a hangover.}
Barry: What the freak happened?
Mary: Don't you remember anything from today?
Barry: No, but that was one killer party last night, wasn't it?
Larry: Please, Barry, enough about the party. We were there. We saw you making a fool of yourself. We saw you get drunk not only last night, but this morning, too. And frankly, we're tired of it.
Barry: Whoa you sound like my dad. You know, I thought turning 18 would be great. We'd get out of that ruddy school, what was it, Hogsbreath, and we'd all be living together, just like old times. But we could do anything we wanted was the point. We're not in America, it's okay to drink. So I had some beers. So what? Lot of help you guys have been. Trying to get me locked up today. I saw the way that woman looked at us. She wanted me to be put away. Great friends you are. And I suppose you got rid of all my collection, too? Ransacked the whole house, I'll wager. Well, you won't have found my wallet. It's still got enough left to buy me something to help me figure a way out of here. And I am getting out of here, believe it. As soon as I get a plan, consider me gone.
Mary: So you DO remember what happened today!
Larry: Barry, be reasonable. We were just trying to help you. You have drinking problem. Last night wasn't the first time we've taken you home and had to pull over a few times so you could throw up. Fortunately, we left while you still had some dignity left. But after what happened today, you're riding thin when it comes to stateliness. Barry, all we want is the best for you. And leaving here won't do you any good. Stay here and we'll all do something together, on me. That way you can keep that money left in your wallet for something you really want. Like a new broom, perhaps?
Mary: Barry, I couldn't bear it if you were to leave us. Please don't go. Larry and I will be miserable without you. Let us help you. Going to some bar again to drink away your troubles won't help you get your life back. That's only running away form your problems, and Barry, I've never known you to be a quitter like that. Think about our first year at our old school. First we kept searching and searching for Nigel Flambel, then we found out everything, and who was the one who manned the chess game and saved us all? Who was the one who sacrificed himself for the good of his friends? That was YOU, Barry. If you hadn't committed that act of bravery, we would have never stopped Quivvel that night. You didn't quit then. Are going to quit now?
{Barry looks up at his friends with teary eyes.}
Barry: You guys are the best! I can never stay mad at you! C'mere, let's have a hug!
{Group hug! Awwwwwww...}
Barry: Now, Larry, about that, uh, 'treat' for all of us. What do you say to a few rounds of Margarine Beer on you? The we can go down to Zonkers and the Moaning Manor and...
Mary: He's back alright. That's the Barry I know.
Larry: Yeah but this Barry is more expensive...Say, Mary, can you loan me a few Gurgleons?
Mary: Anything for you guys...
~* END OF FIRST PASSAGE *~
