Sergei grogilly came back to earth on a black leather recliner.
"Too much happyjuice, my friend," An unmistakeable voice said,
When things were into focus, he swore he saw his father. The real one.
"Wha-" He said, blinking. Nope, just his coach. "Oh."
"Let's go. If you're going to drink like a man, you're gonna fight like a man, too."
They drove over to the training center and began.
"Let's go, kid," He yelled,
He was too woozy and nauseous to do this, he thought, but he had no choice.
They sparred for a short amount of time, but soon Sergei retched, the smell of alcohol stinking up the room.
"No more of this partying," Coach Williamson scolded, "Got it?"
"Yes, sir,"
So... I'm kind of busy... I made my school's writing team, and for the time being am getting ready for the regional competition... so I'm going to be kind of on and off on fanfiction for a month... so anyways, this is a filler... again... sorry. But, I've got some serious WB on this story... so help... please...
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