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It turns out those Australians could drink. They could drink A LOT. It was fun, it was nice. But Ben was ready to get back to the hotel, jet lag well and truly bothering him at this stage. Sharing an uber with Marcus and Henry, Ben sat in the back feeling pleasantly buzzed, watching the traffic pass through the rain covered windows.
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Marcus can hear his phone vibrating on the bedside table. Over and over.
Ben: Dogmeat!
Ben: Have you had a fucking shower here yet?
Ben: Marcus
Ben: Wake up
Ben: DOGMEAT
Marcus: It’s 3am
Ben: HAVE YOU HAD A SHOWER!?
Marcus: No. Go the fuck back to sleep
Ben: The drain, man! I was having a fucking shower because I couldn’t sleep. Thought I might jerk off, ya know… make myself tired AND THE FUCKING DRAIN DOGMEAT!
Marcus: Get your drunk ass to bed.
Marcus: Or better yet, tell Henry about your beat off adventures instead.
Ben: HE won’t care, Marcus.
Ben: You know the intro to Crawling?
Ben: CRAWLING IN MY SKINNNN
Ben: THESE WOUNDSSSS THEY WILLL NOT HEALLLL
Marcus: YOU ARE NOT TEXTING ME ABOUT LINKIN PARK AT 3AM.
Marcus can’t help but let out a huff of laughter at this point, as tired as he is.
Ben: FEAR IS HOW I FALLL
Marcus: Confusing what is real?
Ben: Wahey! Now that's fun!
Ben: The fucking drain sounds like the intro to the song. I’m fucking rock hard, soaped up, having some fun. I get so fucking close Dogmeat, the water feels so good… but I can’t un hear it. The fucking gurgling reminds me of Linkin Park, and Linkin Park reminds me off HIM.
Marcus: Him?
Ben: You know… “LAND OF THE FREE, LAND OF THE LIE!”
Marcus: You were jerking off thinking about Israel Keyes?
Ben: Well I stopped
Ben: I mean I tried to keep going
Ben: But he’s just such a fucking shit bag and the fucking gurgling!
Marcus: Your lack of self control- I fear is never ending…
Ben: I like what you did there, that’s fun.
Marcus: Go to sleep
Marcus can see Ben typing. 3 dots over and over. “Is he writing a fucking essay?” He thinks to himself.
Marcus: GO TO SLEEP