Flow of Madness

This is a drabble set a couple years after Grace died. It is a moment between Rich and Alo. It was an idea I got in the shower. 

Pretty rough. But let me know what you think! 

Rich and Alo were both sitting at a table in a pub sharing a couple of pints. Usually the interactions between these two mates involved laughs, jokes, teasing, and banter. However at this moment the mood was different. Rich had a tearful gleam in his eyes and he had bags under his eyes suggesting that he hasn’t slept properly in weeks. Alo though had a smile on his face and looked as if he was trying hard to pretend everything was normal. However the more Alo smiled the more angry Rich seemed to get.

“Alo…stop it. I’m trying to be serious here…I like the girl. It just…it just…I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right. I’m just not ready.”

“Mate, it’s been two fucking years. Bone the chick and get on with it” Alo said while giving Rich a healthy pat on the back.

Rich scowled and gripped his pint tighter in his hand as he took a violent swig then slammed his glass on the table.

“WILL YOU JUST FUCKING STOP! Just fucking stop. Just fucking…dammit Alo I thought that being in love and having a fucking daughter would make you realize that your cock does not solve all problems. YOU ARE NOT FUCKING HELPING ME. I LOVED GRACE! I fucking loved her. I still fucking love her. No amount of sex is going to EVER fucking fix that. SO just fucking stop with it. Just. FUCKING. Stop.” Rich let out a long violent sigh and held his scowl as he picked up his pint again.

Alo looked at Rich his smile faltering making him look like a puppy that has been kicked. Rich noticed this and immediately let out a frustrated sigh as he moved his mouth to the side in a thoughtful manner. As if he was fighting a war within himself to either continue his rant or be kind. He looked at Alo and let out another sigh before addressing Alo in a calm voice.

“Look…Alo…I know you are trying to help. I know it. It’s just…I need you to take this serious. I need help. I don’t know what to do and I…fucking hate…not knowing what to do. I want to be happy…I just…how do I even…how?” Rich looked at Alo with pleading eyes.

“Rich, mate, I’m a dick when comes to this stuff. You know I love Grace. She was right riot she was. Always a good laugh and kind as fuck. But you want to know the biggest reason why I loved Grace?”

Rich looked at Alo and shook his head then went back to silently watching his beer.

“I loved Grace the most, because she made my best mate the happiest I have ever seen him. It’s always been me and you, mate. Always me and you. It was us against the fucking world. Fucking dreams of running away to be roadies or starting our own fucking revolution. Well you wanted the revolution…I just wanted to get laid. But me and you man… we were just fucking around…and you were moping about. Then Grace, man, she made you happy. I fucking love Grace for that.”

“That was borderline gay,” Rich said with a sad smile. Alo punched Rich on the shoulder.

“Now who is trying not to take things seriously? Dick. Look, Rich. I have always looked up to you and like in many ways I can never be half the man you are. You are always so sure of things. But there is always something you have always gotten fucking wrong…before Grace you never thought the world had opportunities for you. Now that Grace is gone you are starting to feel the same way… don’t ever fucking let Grace be an excuse not to do something. Grace never made you not do something. She always got your mopey ass to do everything. Gracey would be judging you pretty hard right now. Crying in your beer…being gay with me…and putting your life on pause because of her. Fucking pussy if you ask me.”

Rich looked at Alo smiled sadly then looked away before muttering under his breath “smartarses always have to gang up on me.”