Scandinavian Heartstrings, in Drop D.

Chapter 4.0 Throw up in your own bathroom.

"Toki! Toki! Where de fucks am yous!?" Skwisgaar bellowed down the hall. "TOKI!". He was pacing through the whole of Mordhaus looking for the AWOL rhythm guitarist as he was meant to be in the studio hours ago to work on some demos. Skwisgaar had gone to the trouble of writing the rhythm guitar part (and all other string parts), the very least the prick could do was show up and play them! He had already checked all the regular places for Toki to be and was now re-checking his bedroom. Nothing.

Skwisgaar reached into his pocket for his cigarette packet and lit his last one. He would have to return to his room to replenish his supply, especially since a certain little Norwegian brat kept stressing him out. He entered his room and went over to his dresser which continually had a bottle of vodka and a few packets of Marlboros on it. He picked one up and was about to walk out when he heard the sound of running water coming from his bathroom. The door was half open and Skwisgaar pushed it all the way to see what was going on.

Toki was laying there on his bathroom floor with the tap running and spew on pretty much everything. This was the last straw for Skwisgaar. He had been getting steadily more and more pissed off with Toki's drinking. It seemed that every time Toki would pick up a beer he would just keep going until he was shitfaced, no matter what the social situation. Everyone knew he had developed a problem, but now that problem had thrown up all over his bathroom.

Skwisgaar turned off the water then just stood over the passed out little dildo. The whole room reeked of vodka bile and caught in Skwisgaar's sinuses even as he smoked. He wound himself up tighter and tighter until he was little more than a bottled snow storm with a very loose cap. He stamped out his cigarette on the floor then forcibly rolled Toki over onto his back.

"Toki! Wakes de fuck ups!" He demanded. Toki groaned a little in protest. He bent over, grabbed the front of the drunkard's tee shirt and backhanded him hard across the face.

"What de fucks!?" Toki snarled as he focused on the blonde hair in front of him. "Skwisgaar! You motherfucker! Whats de hell!?" He tugged at Skwisgaar's clenched fists balled up in his chest.

"You fuckings prick! What you doings in mine room? Yous meant to bes in de fuckings studio!?" He shook him in frustration. Toki managed to rip Skwisgaar's hands off him.

"So fucking what! You assholes don'ts give a shits if I'm dere or not!" He yelled from the floor then attempted to stand up. He swayed a bit but eventually managed to right himself. Patches of vomit spotted the knees of his jeans from where he had knelt in an errant puddle of the stuff.

"You don't do nothings anyway, so yous can at least shows up when I fucking tells you." Skwisgaar held the basin to stop him holding Toki's throat.

"Aww, goes fucks your mother!" Toki said holding his head and attempting to push past him. "Likes everyone else." He added just to be malicious. Believe it or not, this was actually not a sensitive point for Skwisgaar. He admitted the woman was a whore all the time, but he was still mightily pissed off.

Skwisgaar shoulder barged Toki to stop him walking away and knocked him into the glass shower door. Toki glared back at him, gearing up for the fight.

"What de fucks ams you doing in heres anyway? You can throws up in yours bathrooms!" Skwisgaar still wanted an answer.

"Wells maybe I don't wants to!"

"What de fucks ams dat supposed to means?"

"Fucks you! Dat's what!" Toki said, scowling.

Skwisgaar began to growl, clenching his teeth and fists. Toki mimicked him and the two stood there for a moment facing off. .

"What de fucks am wrongs wit you!" Skwisgaar threw his fist sideways into the tiled wall instead of Toki's face.