Carly mange’s to clean Eminem’s hands off and put a butterfly band-aid on his knuckle and give him three Tylenol, with only several colorful words from the over grown baby.
“There! all done! I think I might have a sucker for you in the
kitchen.” Carly jokily states, as she places the first aide kit back under the
sink, and walks out of the room, leaving Eminem sitting on the edge of the tub.
“Wha’dya say.” Eminem asks, totally aroused at her comment, as he
walking into the kitchen, as she is reaching into a basket that is sitting on
counter and pulls out a Tootise-Pop sucker.
“Get your mind out of the gutter! Lollipop!” Carly states as tosses
him the sucker, then goes to the cabinet and opens it, and turns around and
looks at him.
“Are you hungry?” Carly asks, as he sits down at the counter, with
his cel-phone.
“No!” Eminem says, as he fumbles around with his cel-phone.
Eminem starts talking on the phone, as Carly grabs a bag of chips
from the cabinet and goes into the living room, trying not to listen to his
conversation, but being one large open room she can’t help but hear and notice
his voice getting louder and louder.
Eminem throws his cel-phone, and it busts into a hundred pieces, as
it slams against the kitchen wall.
“Take Me Home!” Eminem demandly barks out, as he stands and looks
at Carly, who’s already sitting straight up from the throwing of the cel-phone.
“Okay!” Carly states in a worried tone, as she stands and starts
walking over to the counter with caution to get her keys, trying not to get in
his way, as he paces around again like a caged animal.
“Is everything okay with your little girl.” Carly quietly asks in
concern, as she grabs the keys as she watches him pace around.
“WHAT?” Eminem yells after a few minutes, as Carly jumps from his
angered tone.
“You ready?’ Carly quickly asks, as she nervously moves towards the
door, as he sits down at the counter and lays his head down.
Carly stands at the door for a few minutes, before moving over to
him and gently places her hand on his back.
“Why the Fuck are you so Motherfuckin’ nice! WHY did you feel the
need to warn me about tonight? What the fuck do you want from me?” Eminem
roughly shouts out, as he quickly jumps up in her face, swinging his hands in
expressions.
They stand toe to toe for several long minutes, coldly staring into
each other’s eyes, before both taking deep breaths and backing away.
Carly slowly walks over to the door wondering to herself why did
she help him, as he sits back down at the counter.
“I thought you wanted to go home?” Carly asks in a confused tone,
as she starts to open the door and notices that he’s sat back down.
“You never answered my questions.” Eminem simply states, as he is
unwrapping the tootsie-pop, and then pops it in his mouth, as he glances over
at her.
Carly speechless and totally confused, calmly walks over to a
kitchen cabinet and grabs a bottle of Smirnoff, then quickly over to other
cabinet and grabs a glass and pours about a shot, and downs it as she walking
over to the counter that Eminem is sitting at, making a few faces as the vodka
goes down.
“Well Mr. Eminem I really don’t know.” Carly states, as she pours
another shot, and he quickly takes it from her and downs it.
“Marshall.” Eminem sincerely says, as he pours another shot and
hands it to her.
“Uh?” Carly asks in a confused tone, then downs the shot, and pours
another and hands it to him.
“I want you to call me Marshall.” Eminem says, then downs the shot
and pours another and hands it to her, this time with a wicket grin on his
face.
“I don’t know if I like Marshall . . . Slim Shady makes me think of
the Purple Hill video . . . You know that video is fucked up! I think I’ll just
call you . . . your middle name . . .” Carly explains, as she struggles to
remember his middle name, but he quickly interrupts.
“Fuck No!” Eminem quickly states, as he leads the glass in her hand
up to her mouth.
“C’mon help me . . . give me a hint.” Carly playfully says, before
she takes the shot, then pours another and hands it to him, as she moves around
the counter and sits on the bar stool beside him.
“NO! I guess you’re not a fan.” Eminem comments, as he playfully
gets a hurt look, then takes the shot and pours another and hands it to her.
“I’m a fan! I just can’t think right now.” Carly states matter of
factly, as she tries to hand the shot back to him, and he gently pushes back to
her.
“It’s your turn.” Eminem states, as she tries again to hand it back
to him, and he refuses to take it.
“NO! I just needed a drink to calm my nerves.” Carly explains, as
he again leads it up to her mouth.
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