"I can hold my booze, Sugar! Don't worry about me." Yeah, right. 3 hours later, here you are, holding Butchie up as you walked him to the front of his shitty trailer. The only sounds that came from Butchie were mumbles and groans. He was uttering something, but you couldn't make out what it was.

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"Guh... Tummy hurty.."

Butchie grumbled before vomiting on your leg. Fucking ew! You hurriedly open the screen door and hustle Butchie inside. Great, now you had to stay here and take care of him. You set Butchie down on the couch before beginning to make your way to the bathroom to clean yourself off.

"Are- Are you leavin'?"

Butchie asked from the couch. There was a slight quiver in his tone. He didn't want you to leave.