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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: R
Pairing: Dwight/Marv
Feedback: Good lines, bad ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Happens before the movie. According to the graphic novel timeline, I’d set it somewhere during the events of That Yellow Bastard.
Summary: Drunk and lost and bitter.
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In the alley. Stinking drunk, still sniffling back tears over Ava, fucking Ava and moaning at the same fucking time. Dwight was such a fuck-up. His back was getting ripped up by the brick wall, right through the coat, and it matched the way his insides felt. Marv’s hand wasn’t any gentler on Dwight’s prick, might have been made from the same stuff, but at least its roughness was doing something. While Dwight was just arching in place, striving for the damn star that he knew he was never going to reach and trying anyway. He climbed the alley wall, ripped up his nails and choked on her goddamned name.
Then he slumped down, caught at Marv’s arm and cried like a lost baby. Ava. She was living it up in Damien Lord’s mansion and he was stuck in this goddamned backalley with his dick hanging out of his pants and only a big, broken-nosed half-idiot to keep him company. Pull it together. She wasn’t worth it. Pull it together. Pull it together.
He did, eventually. Blinked back the tears and sucked back the snot and tried to stand. She hadn’t gotten around to ripping off his feet, at least.
“You gonna make it home okay?” Marv was asking, like it was that simple.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” Dwight shook him off and staggered away. Forgot to say thank-you. Anyway, it hadn’t worked—he was still thinking Ava.
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