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Animosity In The Ranks

Chapter 35

When you got home you told Jeph that you would be able to take care of yourself, that you were just over tired and would pop an aspirin and chug some pepto bismal before going to bed. He seemed a little bummed but the look you had on your face seemed to convince him otherwise. After you waved him good bye you trudged your way into the elevator and to your floor, trying not to kick your door down in frustration when it wouldn’t unlock for you. Once inside you angrily tore off your army cap and threw it across the open lower level of your loft not really caring where the hell it landed. Storming to the kitchen you threw on some lights and stalked to the fridge. Ripping the freezer open you grabbed what you had been looking for and headed upstairs.

Once in the bathroom you turned on the bath and started filling the tub with steaming water. As you watched it fill you placed your freezer conquest on the sink edge and tore your clothing off as fast as possible. Chucking them in the general direction of your hamper, as you sat on the edge of the mostly full tub you grabbed your frozen prize. Holding the icy cold prize in your hand you tore off the top and tilted your head back.

“Gahhh,” you stuttered once you had managed a giant swallow.

Placing the still frosty bottle on the side of the tub you got into the steaming hot water and let it work its magic on you. Every few minutes you would take a swig from the cold bottle beside you, making a face after every swallow. Eventually the intensely hot water and extremely cold liquid had worked its magic on you. Stepping out of the tub you opened the drain and stumbled for a towel. Grabbing the now not so frosty on the outside bottle you swayed your way into your bedroom and set your alarm. Clock set you downed the last of the liquid before placing it on your bedside table and falling back onto your pillows, still in your towel.
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“Will someone please tell Kelly Clarkson she is driving me in-fucking-sane?” you shouted the next morning to no one in particular but your cat.

Who as it was was staring at you like you had lost your ever loving mind from across the room on a chair. You rolled over and hit your alarm clock to stop the incessant shrill noise that was coming out of your stereo that some claimed to be pop music. Rolling back onto the middle of your bed you tried sitting up but didn’t make it that far, you instantly fell back down and clasped a hand onto your forehead groaning in pain.

“I fucking hate Vodka and who ever invented it,” you grumbled as you once again tried sitting up, though this time notably slower than before.

Slowly you got up, letting your towel fall where it may, never before having had a problem with walking around your own place naked. You turned the shower on, and made it hot as you blindly fumbled through the medicine cabinet for some pain reliever. Pills found you popped a few with some mouthwash, purely by mistake due to your extreme hangover. You managed not to puke it back up and stepped into the shower and let the scalding hot water once again do its work, this time not amplifying its skills with vodka.

Shower done you threw on some ratty jeans, a leather belt with a giant bat belt buckle Johnny had given you as a gag gift that had grown on you, a white tank top with a red beater over it and called yourself done. You really weren’t in the mood to give a rats ass as to what the fuck you looked like. Grabbing an all black pair of Vans you grabbed your eyeliner and your Bert McCracken cloth bag and headed out the door.

You managed to put your eyeliner on as you made your way to the closest Starbucks for breakfast, a.k.a. a large very black coffee. You even managed to run your fingers through your hair a bit before pulling into work. You went in through the back and threw your Bert bag on the couch but not before taking out your handy dandy bottle of head meds. Popping a few and swallowing them with the last of your now luke warm coffee you made your way out into the front of the still not quite open shop.

“Hey darlin... oh my god what the hell happened to you?” Zarin asked sympathetically.

“That bad?” you asked as you looked in the mirror and grimaced at your hair.

“Hear take my black cap for your hair and braid it like you do, that will help. And never touching vodka again will also help a bit with your complexion,” Zarin said as he threw a black cap at you.

“How the hell do you know this shit Zarin? Are you a fucking mind reader or something? Is that a plus that comes along with being gay?” you asked as you fitted the cap on your head the way you liked and then started on your two tiny pig tail braids.

“If I told you the truth I would have to kill you. Just know that you and vodka have always had this kind of relationship sweetheart. So what caused it, I thought you went to the amusement park with the guys yesterday?” Zarin asked as he finished up last minute things before the doors opened.

“Well,” you started.

“Woah someone had an unfriendly meeting with a bottle of vodka in the back of a dark alley last night,” Ryan chided as he walked into the parlor with Cares following closely behind him nodding her agreement to the statement.

“Do I reek of it? Is the label to the bottle stuck to me somewhere and I just don’t know it?” you asked confused as you turned in place trying to find the mystery clue that was giving your previous nights actions away to everybody.

“Nope, we just know you that well. And this is what you look like after vodka and you do the two step. Now why?” Cares asked as she set up her station for the busy day.

“Kales was just getting around to that before,” Zarin started to explain.

“Woah, vodka alert,” Greg shouted as he came into the parlor from out back.

You simply sighed and threw your arms up into the air in defeat, realizing that was no point in trying to explain anything till everyone was there. Everyone turned as they heard the last person come in through the back door.

“What?” Lexi started to ask when she came in and saw everyone looking at her.

“Vodka,” everyone shouted at once, knowing she would say it eventually.

“That would make sense,” Lexi said, casting glances at you and the rest of your coworkers warily like you all were going to jump her at any minute.

“And Kales has been trying to get around the the illustrious explanations but everyone keeps interrupting her to point out the obvious. Well at least obvious to us that is,” Zarin said as he flipped though the appointment book on the front table.

“Yeah, I thought you went to the amusement park the other day?” Lexi questioned from her station.

“I did and well Zacky... well Zacky was Zacky. And it had been going so good all day long, there was something that felt different about that day. We were all so nostalgic, things were like old times and then Zacky, well Zacky... well Zacky was just Zacky,” you replied, not sure as how to explain things.

“Say no more, we get the point. Captain douche bag screwed things up once again,” Greg said from his seat.

“Exactly,” you said, throwing a knowing smile at your friend and coworker but dropping it as soon as his back turned.

“Exactly,” you whispered softly to yourself once again as the doors chimed the first person of the day.

Notes

Was that really the reason or just the convenient answer?

Comments

Out of all the fanfics this is the one I've read through 3 times through all 108 chapters. This is one of the best Zacky fics I've read and I still hope it'll be continued one day ; v; a very good read for any Zacky fan.

Tipikly Tipikly
5/3/18

Annnd new chapters....now?! Lol please.

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11/10/17

Update, please!! I love this so much!!!!

Holly Holly
12/24/16

I need moar!!!!

gingerSMASH gingerSMASH
2/4/15

OMG PLEASE UPDATE!!!! <3 this story!

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9/3/14