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Bob coming home drunk wasn’t something new to Bonnie. Honestly its as normal as seeing the sun at this point. Now she got drunk often too. Though she doesn’t like being drunk while Bob is. Because if they both are drunk, who's going to look out for them.
Bob was also an annoying drunk. Bonnie realized. Tipsy and just starting to be drunk Bob was violent, angry and quiet honestly scary to be around. She often locks him into a random room and holds to door shut until his rage disappears.
It takes a while unfortunately. Which is also why she doesn’t want to be drunk while he is, because then she’d get hit. It happened once and Bob wouldn’t drop it for a whole week, constantly apologizing for it.
She knows he didn’t mean it, nor most of the more hateful actions he does while drunk, but they are still annoying and quite scary to sit through. If she actually paid attention to half the shit Bob screams at her.
She's right now holding the door close as Bob is sitting in the bathroom with his flask and he's banging and screaming through the door.
Yelling and acting like a lunatic, threating her to let him out of the bathroom. If she booked it, she could probably get to her room and lock the door. But she also didn’t want to leave him alone alone.
“Bonnie, I swear to god. Let me out of this fucking room or I will break this fucking door” Bob yelled through the door, his words slurred and she just sighed, telling herself he didn’t mean it. He never meant it
Honestly she likes it whenever Bob and Randy drink, because Randy keeps him through the rage and drops him off right before he becomes his emotional clingy mess he gets when he drinks too much.
“Can’t let you out Bob unless you calm down” Bonnie replied and she heard Bob groan loudly and try to open the door. Luckily Bonnie is pushing against the wall Infront of her so Bob couldn’t really brute force his way out.
Bonnie thanks every day that she's a cheerleader and that he was a theater kid. Because she has more muscle. It doesn’t really show but she has more core strength then Bob. Which helps with locking him into a room.
Bonnie sat there for a while, just fixing her nail polish and constantly replying to Bob until he calmed down enough. And by calmed down, more so get drunk enough to become real emotional.
“Bonnie” Bob slurred from the bathroom as he banged against a door and Bonnie knew he was too drunk to be violent.
Maybe she should be a bit more concerned about that fact, but she just couldn’t make herself care. She’s been doing this for a couple years at this point. She stood up and opened the door, and Bob fell onto the floor into a puddle basically.
Bonnie sighed as she grabbed Bob’s arms and dragged him over to the couch, listening to her brother slur out nonsense.
Finally getting her brother on the couch, laying down, she sat on the floor next to him. Bob had his arms around her neck, pushing his face into her hair. Ruining it. She was lucky tomorrow was a weekend, so she could fix it in the morning.
“Bonnie come on” Bob slurred and Bonnie had to stifle a laugh, she was too busy thinking she tuned him out.
“What What do you need Bob” Bonnie asked, fighting a smile and a laugh. He was normally so put together. Though she was also normally put together but when drunk, she wasn’t at all. Alcohol does crazy things.
“Stop ignoring me and listen okay?” Bonnie struggled a bit to understand Bob but she nodded
“Okay, I’m listening. You got my attention” It was like looking after a child of sorts. If the child was an 18 year old boy who broke into their daddy's liquor cabinet.
“I love you a lot Bon” Bob tried to lean in closer to Bonnie, but without any coordination and was already up against her head, he just managed to fall off the couch, sliding off of Bonnie’s head and just laying there.
“Yes, I know Bob, but can you not fall off the couch next time” Bonnie sighed as she stood up and helped get Bob up and put him onto the couch. This time though, Bob grabbed Bonnies arm and stared at her
“Lay with me?”
And how she would long to say no, but she never said no to Bob, like how he never said no to her. So she somehow managed to get under Bob and lay there.
Her brother holding her close as they both stared. Bonnie at the ceiling and Bob at the floor.
This wasn’t healthy.