"I can't take it anymore!!!" Dylan shreiked as he grabbed his 40 Oz's of Mickeys Malt Liqour.
"Yes.. You can Dylan! We're here for you! It's gunna be ok.. everything's gunna be ok!"
"No it's not Kelly, You don't understand!"
Dylan ran his fingers through his hair and brought the bottle to his lips, taking down a good half 40 in one fierce gulp. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. A single tear dripped from Kelly's eye down her cheek..
Brenda made her way downstairs in her black silk nighty to where Dylan was sitting on the couch crying. She sat next to him and put her arm around him. He looked up at her, tears in his eyes and noticed how beautiful her face was as the moonlight spilled across her cheek through the window, illuminating her eyes, her shiny black hair spilling back over her shoulders.. and for a second, he was erect. Brenda looked down and noticed the empty 40 oz's laying on the carpet next to the couch, beer forming puddles on the carpet.
"Dylan, you can't just keep drinking your problems away" She said, lightly touching his face with her fingertips.
"THE HELL I CANT!" He screamed with malt liquor on his breath, pushing her hand away from his face. Brenda put her hand on his knee instead and leaned her head on his shoulder. Dylan burst into tears with drool spitting from his lips and stinking of booze and backstreet luv.
"I'm sorry Brenda.." He muttered.. covering his hands with his face.
"It's ok Dylan, I'm here for you.." She said, tracing her fingers down his chest. Their eyes met for a second before she brushed away his tears. He leaned closer and their eyes met for a second again, before his lips drew closer to hers and finally made contact. They kissed passionately like two estranged lovers meeting again for the first time in years.. Dylan's hands made their way up and down her curvy little body, slight moans of pleasure coming from deep inside Brenda, escaping her lips.. as Dylan began undoing her robe, and with one swift movement it fell in a pile behind her warm, naked, white body. Their tongues met again with passion as Dylan felt her wetness for the first time. Why? Because He's Dylan.. and he has a drinking problem.
Episode #2 - "Danny and the Bike Nazis"
Episode #5 - "Jamie the Crybaby"
Episode #6 - "Murder and Fucking"
Episode #7 - "There's no blood or pussy in this episode"
Episode #8 - "Monacle Molestation"