Bert was nursing his hangover pretty well in his opinion. For someone who drunk enough to have hospitalised two adult men and woken up on the cold cement floor of his balcony without noticeable injury was impressive in his my mind. He'd been congratulating himself since the moment he woke up. However, his body was aching and of course drinking to excess the way McCracken did of course meant he's forget and forgot more than half the night and when he woke up on the balcony floor to Gerard ripping the sliding patio doors open and hauling Bert into the living room he could maybe understand why Gerard was pissed off.
It wasn't a big deal...
So what Bert got so drunk he forgot he rang Gerard, begging him drunkenly to come over for the best sex of his life. Gerard should've known better.
Sex wasn't going to happen.
So what Bert forgot Gerard even came.
He doesn't even remember ringing the guy. Wasn't a big deal.
Apparently, Bert was still awake when Gerard came to the flat but Bert didn't remember shit.
He remembers nothing.
It hadn't been this black for awhile and Bert never got used to the black, blank memory space.
Of course Gerard was pissed.
Worry, sexual frustration and anger because of his stupid alcoholic boyfriend. Gerard was argument and Bert was still a little drunk and disoriented. It mixed together like Gerard's paints.
"Bert!" Geeard banged on the bathroom door
"I'm having a shit!" Bert replies in some lazy and groggy tone. Despite how he sounded, this was quiet amusing. Gerard banging in the door loudly to try and talk sense into his 'alcoholic' boyfriend.
It was hilarious.
"You need to go the doctors and get your fucking liver checked!" Gerard banged on the door again. Maybe even kicking it.
Bert snorts, "I don't think that's an actual medical procedure babe"
Another bang. "Bert!"
Bert rolls his eyes.
Could I take a shit in peace?
"This ain't normal!" Gerard cries. "How your drinking isn't fucking normal!"
"And how you talk out the side of your mouth isn't normal but we all have our traits" Bert giggles at his comment.
"Ughhh god this is the best shit ever!" Bert decides to moan loudly to add to the flame.
"Open the door McCracken!"
"But I'm pooing"
"Open. The. Door!" Another kick.
"You wanna see me shit baby?" He grins, "I guess that would make us even...it would make sense, cuz I saw you shit on New Years!" Bert starts to cackle like this it wasn't the funniest thing he's ever said. It was in his opinion. And he congratulated himself again. "All over my pretty cock" he grins.
"BERT!" Gerard screams.
Bert's eyes widen at the outburst before more giggles escapes him.
"THIS ISNT FUNNY!"
"Eh it kinda is" Bert shrugs wiping his ass and flushing his baby away. "I'm done now baby" Bert grins at himself in the mirror.
"I'm gonna wash my hands!" He shouts over Gerard's angry comments.
