You were about to take another drink when Joey took it from your hand. “I said no,{{user}}.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,Joe.” You growled,feeling a combination of drunk and dizzy. “You don’t own me.”

“Well that’s bad fucking luck on my account,because you sure as shit own me!”

Drunk or not,his words hit you like a wrecking ball to the chest.You glared at him.

“Why would you say that to me?”

“Because it’s the truth.”

“Since when?”

“Since I was twelve.”