Stupid music plot bunnies that attack while you're at work. This one has been nibbling at my brain all week demanding to be written. Little brats anyways. As usual, I own nothing but the bunnies and their free to anyone who wants the little carnivorous critters (pretty sure they ate my muse)

Godsmack screamed in every room of the house. But standing in the basement Tony felt the music.

No one would ever believe that he listened to this band this kind of music even. Yeah he liked jazz but Godsmack was….God.

So what if I never wanna be sober?
So what if I wanna be numb all the time?
I can't justify why I'd wanna go slower.
Taking my time just ain't my style, yeah.

I walk dead or alive.
I waste my time whenever I like.
I'm feelin' okay, with my whiskey hangover.

So what you cleaned your act up so far.
So what if I'm pissing into the wind, again?
Have you ever thought that I'm not who you are? (baby)
'Cause even when I lose I know how to win again. (And again and again)
So sick of you preaching all the time.
Just keep your shitty advice inside.

'Cause I walk dead or alive.
I waste my time whenever I like.
I'm feelin' okay with my whiskey hangover.
(Oh yeah yeah)
'Cause I walk dead or alive.
I waste my time whenever I like.
I'm feelin okay with my whiskey hangover.
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Let's go!

One sip ain't gonna do shit.
In the second sip I begin to admit
That the third one down is what makes me feel alright.
And number four I slam down to the floor.
By five I'm ready to fight all night.
And then six, seven, eight to make me break your face
Sometimes.

'Cause I walk dead or alive.
I waste my time whenever I like.
I'm feelin' okay with my whiskey hangover.
Oh yeah yeah.
'Cause I walk dead or alive.
I waste my time whenever I like.
I'm feelin okay with my whiskey hangover.
With my whiskey hangover.
With my whiskey hangover.
With my whiskey hangover.
With my whiskey hangover.
Yeah!

The song repeated again and again. Tony looked at the bottle in his hand, it was whiskey but burbon works just fine for getting drunk. He wanted to shatter the bottle against the wall but found he didn't have energy. Sliding down the wall to the floor Tony listened.

He didn't want to be sober anymore. And he did want to be numb all the time. Well yeah he did take his time but it was his to take now. The way he felt right now he was defiantly dead.

Yep defiantly pissing into the wind again, Tony thought as he looked around.

Tony chuckled at the next line, Ha I'm not who I am let alone who you think you are.

Hadn't he always known how to turn the losses into wins. Well he had before…he looked down at the empty bottle of burbon maybe there was more somewhere. He should have grabbed some whiskey so much better for this song.

Listening a little more Tony says to the basement, "It doesn't matter how many I drink it's still all wrong."

"So is the hangover you're going to have in the morning."

"Hmm should get more drunk the basement is talking to me."

"No Tony you should come to bed before the neighbors call in a noise complaint."

A sob escapes Tony's lips. "I don't have a bed. I don't have anything."

Jet sat on the floor facing the man in his basement. "Tony, that's not what I said." He tried to pull the empty bottle from Tony's fingers but the man pulled his hand away and curled the bottle into his chest like a child to protect them from a horrible storm.

Jet knew he broke Tony when he said it was over but he hadn't realized how badly. Looking at the man in tears listening to the same song over and over he wasn't sure why he had broken it off with Tony.

Jet got up and went upstairs, finding the knob to turn down the music, before returning to the basement, he pulled the blanket off the couch and covered Tony with it.

Jet moved a lock of hair from Tony's forehead. Watching Tony sleep of the bourbon hangover, Jet listened to the words of the song playing.

So what if I never wanna be sober?
So what if I wanna be numb all the time?
I can't justify why I'd wanna go slower.
Taking my time just ain't my style, yeah.

I walk dead or alive.
I waste my time whenever I like.
I'm feelin' okay, with my whiskey hangover.

So what you cleaned your act up so far.
So what if I'm pissing into the wind, again?
Have you ever thought that I'm not who you are? (baby)
'Cause even when I lose I know how to win again. (And again and again)
So sick of you preaching all the time.
Just keep your shitty advice inside.

'Cause I walk dead or alive.
I waste my time whenever I like.
I'm feelin' okay with my whiskey hangover.
(Oh yeah yeah)
'Cause I walk dead or alive.
I waste my time whenever I like.
I'm feelin okay with my whiskey hangover.
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Let's go!

One sip ain't gonna do shit.
In the second sip I begin to admit
That the third one down is what makes me feel alright.
And number four I slam down to the floor.
By five I'm ready to fight all night.
And then six, seven, eight to make me break your face
Sometimes.

'Cause I walk dead or alive.
I waste my time whenever I like.
I'm feelin' okay with my whiskey hangover.
Oh yeah yeah.
'Cause I walk dead or alive.
I waste my time whenever I like.
I'm feelin okay with my whiskey hangover.
With my whiskey hangover.
With my whiskey hangover.
With my whiskey hangover.
With my whiskey hangover.
Yeah!

Jet watched and listened and understood Tony more than he had in years. Wondering if he could salvage what he had broken, Jet pulled Tony off the floor into a fireman's carry and took him to their bed.