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Smells Like Teen Spirit; R. Drysdale (Knives Out)(Part one)

--No spoilers for the movie in this part!--

-Warnings; Swearings, mentions of Neo-Nazi's, mentions of alcohol,-

Word count; 2.1k-

You fixed your hair and let out a huff as you grabbed your phone.

"Y/N, hurry your ass up!" Ransom yelled. You ran down the stairs and grabbed your jacket. 

"Remind me again why I'm being forced to come to this bullshit party?" You asked your dad as you walked out to the dodger.

"Because, I remember what happened the last time I left you home alone," He referred to the time he came home to you and your friends drinking straight vodka that he had no idea any of you possessed. "And plus, you don't wanna see your dear friend Jacob?" Ransom started driving to the thrombey mansion.

"That prick's gonna be there? God, he's such an asshole," You leaned your head against the window. "I hope you're happy, I could be out doing things right now, but no, I had to tell my friends I had to go to an 85th fucking birthday party," You mumbled. Ransom laughed.

"Think about it this way, you're not gonna have a shitshow of a hangover tomorrow to the point where I have to take you to the hospital," He commented. You rolled your eyes. You, Y/N Drysdale were the product of one of Ransom's younger mistakes. It was very surprising that you were an only child, from the way people described your dad, it sounded like he could have 100s of children, but no, just you. This meant, that you have been spoiled, and not for the best. You take after your dad in the most (un)fortunate ways. "It's one night, Y/N. We don't even have to stay long," He said.

"We weren't anyway, my plan was to stay for like 5 minutes, say a minimalistic 'Hello, I hate you so fucking much it physically makes me cry' to everyone, and then leave," You told him about your original plan. Ransom nodded.

"Well, you can still go through with that plan," He said. "I mean, I don't plan on staying long either," He added on. Nodding, you turned your attention to the song playing on the stereo. 

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You sat on the stairs and rolled your eyes as Walt's son, Jacob came and sat next to you.

"Listen, spawn of Hitler, I do not give a single fuck about your political bullshit, so spare me the lecture on why we shouldn't be trusting some orange dipshit in the oval office," You told him. 

"Wow, you're more ignorant than you look," He commented. You laughed and put your hand over your heart.

"That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, I've never heard it before," You got more bored towards the end of your sentence. "What do you want anyway?" You asked him. He shrugged.

"I don't know, I'm bored," He said.

"Don't you have twitter arguments to be causing? And anyway, go be bored elsewhere," You said. Jacob scoffed and left, finally leaving you alone. Huffing, you pulled out your phone and started to play some random game you had downloaded. You heard a door slam and nearly jumped out of your skin. And in the blink of an eye, you were being dragged out of the house by the wrist your dad was holding. "What the fuck?!" You yelled as you sat in the passenger seat.

"That old bastard," He said angrily. "We're all fucked, all of us," He started up the car. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked him. Ransom started to drive and he sighed as he came to a red light.