Re: Quicklog, Motel: Hannah S/Reece E
[Reece laughed a little.] I mean, yeah, you're probably right. Not everyone, but a lot of us. [A sad truth, probably, but, man, nothing could be sadder than how Reece felt, even laughing, so, he didn't really mourn for humanity or its self-destructive tendencies. He just got more alcohol. Then, he was back on the bed.] I'm confused about everything. It's my fault, what happened to her. And then I'm confused about everything else anyway, and I really try not to think about any of it, but she won't leave it alone. And then when I do say something, she like, freaks out and dumps me, because I tell her she picks apart what I say. Which she then picks apart. And then dumps me.
[Hannah came to the bed, and Reece looked at her as he took a long, horrible swallow from the glass.] I think they felt really real too. But, like, I don't talk about it. Not to her. Not to—I don't even want to, you know? It was super messed up. I sucked—I—Like—I tried to do something to forget about it, the dick-biting-off and mouth-rape, and it helped, I think, but it's still there. [He shrugged. He should ask about her book experience, and he knew that, but it just wouldn't make it to his lips. The glass, on the other hand, was really good at making it to his lips. He dumped most of the mostly-soda down his throat. After another full-body grimace at the traces of vodka, he smiled as Hannah smiled at her feet.] No problem, feet.
[He did pour more vodka. And he came back to the bed.] It's better if you say you want to have sex with me specifically, but like, it's best if you're honest. Not like, just saying it to manipulate someone? [Reece downed the disgusting vodka. Through tears, he looked at Hannah as she talked about Ren.] That's... one way to do it, I guess. [He sniffled, because his nose was running. Hannah moved to the foot of the bed, and he was still in the middle, looking at her.] No, dude. It's—God, I hate vodka—no, it's fine. [He shuddered and set the cup aside. That had to be like, the equivalent of like, four shots. Reece pulled his legs onto the bed.]