Twenty minutes to go. The situation was quickly shifting from problematic to outright dire. His head was pounding, his mouth was dry; he wanted to be anywhere but here. But Perez knows divas can't take on the red carpet singlehandedly, especially not this train wreck. There was just no telling what she could dream up next to further derail her now-faltering career. Her team of stylists stood at the ready, and he had to lead them. Except he just couldn't think. He ducked in to the nearest trailer; one coke/MDMA bump with a Red Bull chaser later, he felt energized, refreshed and fuckin' invincible. Time to roll.
towel / burner / stingy / unravel / sponge
Her world was unravelling, that much was clear. That stingy prick had sponged off her for months, while she put her big dreams on the back burner. But when her finances had taken a turn for the worse, he'd taken the first bus out of her life. She clung to the notion that the answer was be 42, and she always knew where her towel was. At that point, those were her only certainties.
bribery / cohesive / prove / slope / down
Somewhere along the way, things stopped making sense. His once-cohesive world view fractured into tiny little jagged shards that rained down hard and broke his skin. What exactly had started this tumble down the slippery slope of insanity? Was it his father's rejection? Was it his meager attempts at reconciliation, lubricated by financial windfalls that amounted to bribery? Was it his mother standing mutely by, unable or unwilling to shelter her child? And did any of his own ensuing acts of random horror prove that deep down, they had been right all along? He smiled and banged his head softly against the padded wall of his cell.
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