Alex pushed his hair back and hunched over his sketch pad on the floor. He felt so fucking... sick. And tired. He was so fucking tired and he had all these thoughts, ones he'd want to kick his own ass for having.
"'ve really been on a bender and it shows," he slurred and sang a little. "So why don't you blow me...?" His stomach lurched. Shit. He closed his eyes and took some deep breaths.
He glanced at his phone and picked it up, finding a number on his contact list. He curled forward a little more, forehead almost against his knee as it rang. He didn't even care if it went to voicemail or not, he just started talking as soon as it picked up.
"'m really fuckin tired," he mumbled. "I'm-- I think 'm sick, or something. Maybe. I'm just really tired, I guess. Uhm. Bye." And he'd hang up, regardless of whatever was going on on the other end of the line because maybe sleeping was a really good idea right now.
-The phone call had been entirely unexpected and when he pressed it to his ear and heard Alex's insane mumblings his thin lips curled down in a frown.- "The fuck?" -He mumbled aloud as he sat up in bed and nearly tossed Tommy to the floor. Tommy, Karma, Jessie, Knox, and probably Otis were all in the bed somewhere and had he wanted to Milo probably could have woken any one of them, pointed them in the direction of the Brothers Black and sent them to take care of it, but as Alex hung up the phone Milo pulled back his lips in a sneer.-
"That's about enough of this shit."
-Yup. He was done with this. Leaving the others sleeping he climbed out of bed, big dick dangling between his legs as he stepped into a pair of pants and pulled them on, fastening them so they hung low on his hips. The others had done, whatever the fuck they had done, and clearly it hadn't solved shit. Milo might not do any better but he sure as fuck couldn't do any worse. Unless he killed the kid. That would be worse, but he'd try not to do that on principle.-
