And so Mike does. Mike pours and pours and occasionally smacks the other, watching him groan and jerk and kick and do pretty much everything he could to get free. Begging.
Mike glanced down, and wasn't sure if it was alcohol or urine on the guy's pants, watching with almost zero emotion unless he gives the other a chance to speak up. He keeps insisting.
Mike, sighing, pours the entire bottle onto the other's head and watches with an odd sort of fascination as Petros tries to yell and claw and honestly things he's drowning for a few more moments.
"You need a rest there, guy, but when I come back and you don't talk, I'm going to have to introduce you to someone you probably know real well, hnn? You know about Briggs? He's gonna say hi." He pulls the towel away, smacking him to force eye contact. "You hear that, Petros? I fucked up once and Briggs had a plastic bag over my face at different intervals for a week. You wanna deal with that, alkie? Think about it."
And just like that, Mike leads Billy out of the room, closing it and locking the sobbing man in there. Once the door closes you can barely hear any screaming or yelling at all, and Mike pauses, stares at the wall, and takes a deep breathe. Keep it in.
"You did good. Let's head home, there's Hector's Tacos waiting for us."
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Date: 2015-07-19 09:50 am (UTC)Mike glanced down, and wasn't sure if it was alcohol or urine on the guy's pants, watching with almost zero emotion unless he gives the other a chance to speak up. He keeps insisting.
Mike, sighing, pours the entire bottle onto the other's head and watches with an odd sort of fascination as Petros tries to yell and claw and honestly things he's drowning for a few more moments.
"You need a rest there, guy, but when I come back and you don't talk, I'm going to have to introduce you to someone you probably know real well, hnn? You know about Briggs? He's gonna say hi." He pulls the towel away, smacking him to force eye contact. "You hear that, Petros? I fucked up once and Briggs had a plastic bag over my face at different intervals for a week. You wanna deal with that, alkie? Think about it."
And just like that, Mike leads Billy out of the room, closing it and locking the sobbing man in there. Once the door closes you can barely hear any screaming or yelling at all, and Mike pauses, stares at the wall, and takes a deep breathe. Keep it in.
"You did good. Let's head home, there's Hector's Tacos waiting for us."