Pink Floyd Being DrunkMore Like This
It was 2:00 am.
But it was hot out.
The doors were open.
Roger, Rick, Dave, Syd and Nick sat around the living room.
And they were all shit-faced drunk.
"And then, right in the middle of the ring was this wad of gum that my marble was stuck to!!" Nick was flopped over the arm of the sofa, telling stories about his childhood.
None of them made much sense.
"You fucking sucked at marbles, anyways, Nick," Dave crowed, finding this extremely amusing. He was sprawled over the couch, too, with his head on Nick's stomach and his legs over Rick's lap. Rick had Dave's pant-leg up and was pulling at his socks.
"Dave, you suck at everything," Roger spat, taking another swig of beer and another drag on his smoke. He was sitting on the couch across from Dave, Rick and Nick. Syd was lying upside-down over the side of the couch next to him singing something. Every once in a while, he decided to grab Roger's toes, which would usually earn him a swift but ineffective kick in his direction.
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