(All characters are over 18 years old)
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It was 2.AM and Leandro was getting dragged out of the club by two mountains of muscles, hammered up and babbling nonsense. Some people at the club cheered. Maggie and I followed right behind, trying to calm everybody down.
The security jocks threw Leandro on the sidewalk. He cursed at them, no coordination to stop himself from falling on his ass.
"Leandro, would you shut up?" Maggie said to her boyfriend.
"You know what, fuck you, bitch. Go back to rub your pussy on that guy, slut!"
Maggie gasped, and I paled. The stupid asshole was saying those things out of jealousy and being hammered up, but that didn't matter, did it? Maggie seemed fed up. She turned around, crying.
"I'm done with this shit, Jay." She said to me. "When he wake up tomorrow, tell him we're done."
"I'm right here, slut!" Leandro said, trying to get up. The guards were long gone. The other one on the entrance to the club let her go back in without a backward glance.
"She was just dancing with a friend, dude..." I said while helping him up. "They were barely touching."
"Shut up. I don't need your help," he said, though it was difficult to understand. "She was cheating on me." His sentences were run in, barely audible by the end.
"You do need my help."
"Fine." He allowed me to pull him from the ground. "I can drive."
"Don't be stupid. We'll walk."
"That bitch. I broke up with her first."
"Sure."
Some people were still around, looking at us, but as we stumbled through the sidewalk, the streets got dark and deserted. Our place was a few blocks away. Well, probably half an hour walking with a drunk.
"Fucking headache dating that girl," he mumbled. He was heavily built, so I was glad he was at least helping.
"Uhuh."
"Shit, fuck you, man...what do you know, you're a fag."
I stopped, looking at him, hurt. He had never called me that.
"Well, don't look so fucking offended. You are a fag!" He chuckled at me. I decided to ignore him. He was just drunk. But my feelings were hurt, and he was suddenly heavier. "Cousin Jay, fag fag fag. No problem with that. I let you hop in and live with me, didn't I?"
"Yeah, thank you."
"So you should be on my side. Maggie is a slut."
"You say that now, but tomorrow you'll regret it."
"Shut up, fag."
I sighed, holding back a real whimper. Shit, I wanted to cry. I couldn't believe he was calling me that. If he was it meant he probably thought those things secretly.
"You're a naive fag... thought you people were like smart or somethin'. Guess I was just thinkin' about promiscuity." He stumbled at that last word, saying something completely wrong, but I got the gist.
"Fuck man, shut up, I'm serious."
"Don't cry on me, baby fag. Jay, you're so stupid. Maggie is a slut. Say it."
"No!" He didn't even realize I was more offended about the fag thing. My heart was sinking so deep I feared going down through the sidewalk. "She's not. You're fucking drunk."
"And you're a stupid fag." He laughed, and it cut me deep. I don't know why I kept carrying him. Should've thrown him aside and left. "D'you know what I have to keep up with cause of you? Huh? People thinking I'm fag too."
"Come on, man...stop," I said. I, a grown ass 22 year old man, about to cry because he was hurting my feelings. It was humiliating.
"Even your voice is getting gayer," he laughed. "But hey, is okay! Is okay! I know you fucking love me."