Frank's p.o.v.

I glared across the table at Gerard as he took a deep swallow from the water bottle. He was getting worse each day. I knew he wasn't drinking water, no... it was vodka. I don't know why he thought that he could hide that from me. I was his best friend... or used to be until he started pushing everybody away because of the alcohol. He must of caught my glare because he looked away. I was pretty sick of this shit. He beckoned the waiter over and after a moment the man nodded, walking away, and returning with a rum and coke. Great...
"I thought we passed this Gerard." I said just loud enough for him to hear from across the table. He looked at me and scowled, "Yeah, whatever." Was his drunken response. Mikey saw my hands ball into a fist because he stood up and came over to me, "Calm down Frankie..." He whispered reassuringly in my ear. He gripped my hands but I pushed him away, and beckoned the waiter over, "What's your strongest alcoholic beverage?" I asked the man. "We have Jack Daniels." Was the mans response. "Bring me an unopened bottle." I requested. He gave me a strange look, but went off to get the bottle for me.
Gerard was giving me a nasty look, he knew what was coming next. As soon as the bottle got here I grabbed it and stood up, walking over to him, getting in real close to his face. I unscrewed the cap of the bottle and flicked it in his face, making him flinch, "Frank..." Ray began, I spun and glared daggers at him, "Shut the fuck up Ray." I spat. I turned back to Gerard, "Stop it Frankie, your body is too small." He murmured, staring at the bottle. "Oh fucking well." I was in a horrible mood. "You've been asked to stop so many times, but you NEVER DID!" I spat. "Bottoms up." I hissed and pressed my lips to the throat of the bottle. Tilting my head back I finished the bottle in about two minutes, then I dropped the bottle in his lap. "Frank, your making a scene..." Ray whispered. "I don't CARE!" I shouted. Everyone in the restaurant was staring.
I was starting to feel dizzy, and sick. Too much alcohol in too little time.
"I think I may have drunk to much." I muttered. before crashing to the floor. The last thing I remember seeing was the print of the rug, and Gerard trying to grab me. "Damnit Frank!"

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