Characters: Anastas and Sunny
Setting: Her dorm room, Tuesday evening.
Rating: NSFWish. Language and vomiting.
Summary: Stas drunkenly confronts Sunny about the silent treatment after their Mardi Gras fight. It ends even worse than either had expected.


Stas finally had enough of the silent treatment. He got well and truly loaded and stumbled over to Sunny's dorm, knocking repeatedly on her door until she answered. "We are going to talk," he slurred at her and tumbled inside without an invitation.

She looked up from her desk where she had been reading over the letters Stas had sent her over the summer when he drunkenly stumbled in. "Damn it Anastas," she said hurriedly stuffing them under her lap top. She stood up and turned to face him. "What? What do you want to talk about?" she asked angrily.

"You are not talking to me," he said and flopped onto her bed. "I thought you would have stopped being mad by now."

"I am not talking to you because you are an asshole," she said crossing her arms tightly. "I think..." she paused, biting her bottom lip. "I don't think I can be with you anymore," her voice was shaking now and she was trying to hold back tears.

"Why the fuck not?" he replied drunkenly, irritated now that she was the one pushing him away when she'd been the one to fight for his affection in the first place. "I am not good enough for you, miss high and mighty."

"It's not fair," she said quietly. "To either one of us," she added. "I don't know why we ever thought it would work, it was stupid. You're not getting what you want and I'm not getting what I want," she felt her cheeks moisten from the tears she had been trying so hard to hold back. "I never said you weren't good enough, I'm just... broken and you've been dealing with it like a jerk."

"Fair?" This was starting to sound more and more like bullshit to him and he was getting mad instead of just frustrated. "Obviously I am not getting what I want. I have been patient beyond belief. I have even..." He stopped himself from blurting out how he was finding what he needed elsewhere because that would definitely end their relationship. "I have been more than understanding and I have not asked you a single question about it."

He tried to push off her bed to stand up but his feet failed him and ended up flopping back onto the bed weakly. "You think you are the only person with baggage," he said his voice rising. "You think you are the only person in this world who has been hurt?" He closed his eyes and fought his stomach. He almost never vomited when drinking, but this whole argument had his stomach in knots. "I am not the jerk here," he accused and then promptly got sick on her pillow.

"I know you have and that's what makes it so fucking frustrating," she said raking her hands through her hair. "I love you but every time you get too close all I can think about is Hector!" There, it was out there. "I can't stop myself," she said feeling her stomach turning. "And if I want to give you what you want I just... can't."

"And I don't believe you for one second when you say you haven't cheated on me," her lips pressed into a firm line. She knew Stas had baggage and she felt bad for constantly throwing hers in his face but Mardi Gras had just been that last push over the edge. "You just..." she could have killed him. "Get out," she sobbed when he threw up on her pillow. "Just get the fuck out!"

"Fuck Sunny," he moaned and rolled over. "I have not said I have not cheated on you," he shot back and then he regretted it immediately. Lying by omission was still lying, but it was the one kind of lying he was most excellent at and didn't usually feel bad about. There was nothing left to say and it was clear she was done with him. The vomiting on her pillow had clearly put her over the edge. He wasn't going to get her to forgive him by puking on her things.

"Fine," he said. "Fuck." He rose slowly, dizzy and still nauseous. He stumbled to her door and hung on the door frame for a moment. He turned to give her one last, sad, angry look. "If you are done with me I am done with you. Have a nice life," he said and pushed off the door and down the hall before he puked on her doorstep.

"You're a fucking liar," she accused him feeling more angry than sad at this point.

"Fine," Sunny said quietly. With a flick of her wand she slammed the door shut and took care of the puke covered pillow before letting herself fall to pieces.

Tags: !complete, sol garcia