Who: Kevin, Simon, & Cody What: Kevin got dumped. He is drunk and an attention whore. When: Thanksgiving/Black Friday, late night. Where: Kevin & his dad's place.
What the fucking shit -- who the fuck dumped someone on fucking Thanksgiving? Well, apparently that was a dumb fucking question, because apparently fucking Ryan saw fit to fucking dump someone on fucking Thanksgiving -- and not just any someone! No, that bitch had seen fit to dump Kevin on Thanksgiving. Just... what the god, man, seriously. That was probably one of the most discourteous things, like, ever, taking someone over to your family's for food, then driving them home, and then dumping them RIGHT BEFORE you get to doing the dirty deed. That was just a big smack upside the head with the "what the fuck" two-by-four.
And Ryan's reasoning was absolute fucking bullshit, too. "I heard you cheated on me and, really, I need to figure some stuff out anyway, and it's better if I do it while I'm unattached." Despite all evidence to suggest that he fucking fell under the heading, Ryan was so fucking intransigent when it came to just believing that bisexuality existed, and it was so fucking maddening, because Kevin hadn't even cheated as much as he'd been fucking accosted by some uppity concert-goer, and just... Well, suffice to say, Kevin was Less Than Pleased.
He was also Less Than Sober, as evidenced by the flurry of texts sent to Cody and Simon, and, even though he'd promised Simon that he'd stop, he'd topped off the bottle of Jack he'd been working on -- granted, it hadn't been completely full before he'd gotten into it, but still. Finishing it maintained the illusion that the only booze left in the house was Dad's Pabst Blue Pisswater shit. Besides, the door was unlocked and all six feet, four inches of Kevin were sprawled out on the ratty old sofa, and Simon was bringing Chinese, so it wouldn't be too bad.
Even if he'd just been dumped for the Worst Fucking Reasons Ever.