Post by Skrabz on Aug 7, 2021 16:43:37 GMT -6
Skrabal's Motel Room
Denver Colorado
July 30th 2021
11:20AM
| Referee Emily Falls counts to three. | ||
| Skrabz stands in the ring with Robert Mack. | Gabriel Ohio walks down the ramp. | |
| Referee Emily Falls counts to three. | ||
| Skrabz drops Ohio with a Mic Check. | Gabriel Ohio laughs. | |
| Referee Emily Falls counts to three. | ||
| Gabriel Ohio chokeslams Skrabz through the commentary table. | Skrabz stands in the ring with Robert Mack. | |
| Referee Emily Falls counts to three. | ||
| Gabriel Ohio walks down the ramp. | Skrabz drops Ohio with a Mic Check. | |
| Referee Emily Falls counts to three. | ||
| Gabriel Ohio laughs. | Gabriel Ohio laughs. | |
| Referee Emily Falls counts to three. | ||
| Gabriel Ohio chokeslams Skrabz through the commentary table. | Gabriel Ohio gives Skrabz a Fall From Grace off the roof of a mini van | |
| Referee Emily Falls counts to three. |
Skrabal wakes with a jolt and a sense of panic within him that lasts just a few seconds. He swears under his breath, annoyed simply by being awake, and after trying to go back to sleep for a few seconds he gives up and moves himself into a sitting position on the edge of his double bed. He rubs his eyes then picks up a half drunk bottle of beer from the bedside table and downs what remains of it in one.
He stands up and sways slightly on his feet, still feeling the intoxicating effects of his recent self destructive behaviour. He places a hand on the wall to steady his frame before walking slowly towards his bedroom door. He glances at the sheet covered, wall hung mirror then immediately looks away as he exits the room.
Upon entering the main room of his run down, rented accommodation he pauses to take in the scene in front of him. The hazy space is barely lit by a single beam of sunlight bursting through a crack in the curtains. Empty bottles and cans lay strewn around the room, an ashtray sits over flowing with joint roaches on the three legged coffee table and a young blonde woman sleeps naked on the brown sofa.
Skrabal rubs his blurry, bloodshot eyes before walking carefully over the trash and stain riddled carpet towards the sofa. He picks a sheet up from the floor and throws it over the sleeping blonde then sits down. He takes a joint from the Tupperware box of joints that sits on the three legged coffee table. His head pounds as he lights his joint and takes a few deep tokes.
For a couple of minutes he just sits, silently smoking his joint in his filthy and dimly lit rented accommodation.
"That smells sooooo nice..." The blonde haired woman says as she rolls over.
Skrabal looks at her through glazed eyes, nods his head a couple of times, then looks away. He fixes his glassy gaze on nothing in particular, his thousand yard stare seeming to pierce the wall in front of him and continue on into the distance. The seconds tick by, silently and awkwardly, as Skrabal stares into space and smokes his joint.
"Sooooo you got anything to drink?"
Skrabal leans his left arm down the side of the sofa and picks up a three thirds empty bottle of vodka, he holds it out towards her and gestures for her to take it then nods his head towards her side of the sofa.
"Beer down that side." Skrabal says, his voice croaky and sounding tired as it traverses his dry throat.
"No, I mean like, coffee or some OJ?"
"Nah, plenty water in the tap though innit."
"No... What I mean is, are you gonna get me a drink?"
"Fam you lucky you still here."
"I wouldn't call it lucky." She replies, looking around the room at the accumulated mess.
Skrabal shakes his head, takes a final toke on his joint and hands it to her.
"What's ya name anyway?" Skrabal asks her as he rises to his feet and heads towards the small kitchenette.
"Sabrina."
"Seen, seen."
"What's your name?"
"You know who I be innit."
"Yeah, but what's your real name?"
"Skrabz." Skrabal tells her while handing her a glass of water.
"That's not your name..."
"How old are you?" Skrabal asks her between sips from his own glass of water.
"Twenty two."
"Seen."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty eight or suttin'..." Skrabal answers as he places his water on the three legged coffee table.
"Ya nah I swear that table had four legs yesterday."
"It had four legs when I got here."
"When was that?"
"What day is it?"
"I ain't got a clue fam."
"It's Friday." Sabrina tells him after looking at her phone.
"When you get here?"
"I think we met on... Tuesday?"
"Shit, you been here that long?"
"Yeah, I think?... Wait, I've been here that long and you didn't even know my name?"
"Don't worry about it... So what the fuck happened to the table?"
"We did..."
"Seen."
Skrabal's phone vibrates on that same three legged table in front of him, he glances at the screen and reads the words "Video Call From Ty". Skrabal silences his phone and leans back on the sofa.
"You've been ignoring that since I met you."
"I'mma be ignorin' it after you leave too, prolly."
"Who keeps calling anyway? You got a girlfriend back in London?" Sabrina asks playfully.
"More than one innit... Nah, it be my boy callin', he more like a brother though..."
"You shouldn't ignore family."
"You right. Ting is I know exactly what gonna happen when I take the call. Nash gonna be there, he my other boy but I ain't feelin' to hear his shit right now..."
"Probably because you know whatever he's gonna tell you is right...Anyway, I'm hungry." Sabrina suddenly declares, quickly changing the subject.
"I gotchu a drink already, I ain't fuckin' cookin' for ya too."
"I'll cook then. What food you got in?" Sabrina asks as she casually tosses what remains of the joint into the overflowing ash tray and stands up to start getting dressed.
"Oi fam have some respect innit, just chuckin' shit around in here like that."
Sabrina just looks around the messy room then at Skrabz, with a facial expression that asks "Are you for real?"
"What food have you got?" A now fully clothed Sabrina asks again.
"Fam I ain't remember a ting since Sunday so I dunno what food I got. You been livin' here, apparently, so you tell me... What the fuck we been eatin' all week?"
"You ate like, a dozen eggs for breakfast every morning. And you put vodka in your protein shake..."
"It's a Vodka shake fam."
"It's nasty... And I don't know where you kept getting all that chicken from... Look just give me some money and I'll go to the shop." She says, picking Skrabal's wallet up from the coffee table.
"Jus' give you some money? Fam are you for real? Give you money?"
"You wanna eat, right? I'm taking your card." She declares as she removes Skrabal's bank card from his wallet.
"You're takin' the piss blad."
"If I'm not back in fifteen minutes you can block it." Sabrina tells him as she walks towards the door.
"If you not back in ten minutes I'mma start lookin' for you."
"Start counting." Sabrina says, looking back with a smile.
"Get me some eggs innit. And more Vodka." Skrabal says as he watches Sabrina close the door behind her.
"Why the fuck does your debit card say Skrabal Stanzas on it? That's not your name!" Sabrina shouts from outside.
"Who the fuck is this chick fam?" Skrabal asks himself while laughing slightly and shaking his head, as he leans forwards and takes another joint from his Tupperware box of joints.
