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[indent][indent][sub]Mentions: [@TootsiePop]
Location: Henry’s pool dab
Time: Sunday afternoon
Starring: [color=b57f13]Henry Green[/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][hr][indent][indent]It was a Sunday afternoon, in January, and it was still warm enough for Henry to be floating in the pool. Now, Henry knew that he [i]shouldn’t[/i] be floating in the pool, because his mother had told him a thousand times that Benedict and Arnold didn’t belong in the pool, and she hadn’t paid for a fucking river to be dug through her property just so Henry could fuck off in her pool with the capybaras.

And yet, here Henry was, fucking off in her pool with the capybaras.

Henry had to rebel in the little ways that he could, it was hard when he was essentially hands off. His parents set guidelines, but did they really care what he did? Not really… it was both sad and funny. Sure, Henry could get turnt every weekend, or burn money hand over fist… but then there was the other hand. Pretty much nobody cared that he had a 3.9 GPA, or that he was lauded by his teachers for being inclusive and supportive of his fellow students…

In fact, prior to the incident with Damian’s house party — which Henry felt pretty confidently was his sister’s doing — Henry had pretty much been a model student, and a popular one at that. But did anyone care about that? Not really. All they really cared about was how he was ‘disobedient.’ Fuckers, all four of ‘em. Yeah, fuck Julie too.

The important thing was, Henry was directly disobeying his mother — again. He was sitting in the center of an innertube in the massive pool at the Stentorian Estate. Benedict and Arnold, his beloved pets, were paddling around him. Henry had his sunglasses on, toes in the water, and a joint tucked behind his ear (soon to be his fourth of the day), and… he was damn near asleep.

[b][color=#dad236]“Hey, Henry. There you are. Why are you always hard to find when we want you?” [/color][/b]

Henry lifted the sunglasses, and opened his eyes, staring at his father, blinking a few times. [b][color=#b57f13]“What the fuck you want, motherfucker?” [/color][/b]He demanded, and his father just gestured him over. Henry rolled his eyes, but ultimately paddled over to Ty. Once he arrived, Ty reached down… and plucked the joint from behind Henry’s ear. [b][color=#b57f13]“Hey! What are you doin’, asshole!? That’s mine!” [/color][/b]Ty seemed to just ignore his son, and instead put it between his lips and lit it.

[b][color=#dad236]“You need to talk to your mother.”[/color][/b]

This guy was for real? He just ran in, stole his joint, and now he was telling him to talk to his mother? Hell nah, dude. Henry slammed the sunglasses back down and shook his head. There was no way he was gonna talk to Alyssa unless he absolutely couldn’t avoid it. He didn’t want to hear about how he was a disappointment. He wasn’t doing that. Casually, Henry lifted a hand and extended his middle finger.

[b][color=#dad236]“I mean, Eve, bro.”[/color][/b]

The sunglasses were raised up. Henry was concerned now. It wasn’t often that he was requested to talk to Eve. She was self-sufficient (or, at least co-dependent on Pops and Mother), and she never needed his help. She was, admittedly, the only one of his parents that Henry would bother helping. Now having Henry’s attention, Ty blew out the smoke in his lungs.

[b][color=#dad236]“She’s gonna drink herself straight to death.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#b57f13]“Ain’t that supposed to be your jurisdiction?” [/color][/b]Henry asked with a scoff at the end, half considering putting the sunglasses back down. This wasn’t supposed to be [i]his[/i] problem, how was he gonna calm Moms down? This was supposed to be his dad’s thing! That’s why he was a part of their lives, and not just fucked off with Julie. This was none of his business — or at least it wasn’t supposed to be.

Henry was concerned when Eve got [i]excessive.[/i] Usually it just took a casual poking of his dad to get it taken care of, and Moms would be back on the wagon and everything would be good. Henry could, reasonably, see how this would be different, though. After all, she was really pounding those wines back at the dinner — and they [i]only[/i] had the big glass. Couple that with a tendency to begin the day with a mimosa and a bloody mary (one for each hand) for the last couple of weeks… Henry could see it.

[b][color=#dad236]“Usually, but trust me. This time, she needs you. She thinks you hate her.”[/color][/b]

Henry put his hand on his chin, and thought about it, while Benedict paddled up and onto his owner’s stomach. Henry looked the capybara in the eyes and considered his options. He didn’t really have much of a choice, to be fair — he owed Moms a lot. If it wasn’t for her, he wouldn’t have Benedict and Arnold, he probably would have never been able to convince the parents to let Min-seo live in the same room as him…

Henry sank a little deeper into the innertube.

[b][color=#b57f13]“Fuck.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#dad236]“You’re telling me.”[/color][/b]

Henry splashed some water on his face, and almost immediately spat it out. How much chlorine did one pool need? Could they not afford salt water, or freshwater? Groaning, he leaned over to the poolside and flopped onto the warm concrete, [b][color=#b57f13]“okay. Whatever. I’ll text her.” [/color][/b]He said, rolling across the concrete poolside to his phone sitting by a lounge chair.

[b][color=#dad236]“Good deal.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#b57f13]“Prick.”[/color][/b]

[b]To: [color=#925f7f]Moms[/color][/b]
[b][color=#b57f13]me u captain cuddles[/color][/b]
[b][color=#b57f13]fifteen[/color][/b]

When Henry looked up, Ty was already gone. [b][color=#b57f13]“Motherfucker does a better disappearing act than his daughter, I tell you what. Jesus, I’m high. I need a sip of water. WHERE CAN I GET A SIP OF WATER? Fucking Christ, who built this shithole?” [/color][/b]Henry snapped, looking the pool, until his eyes landed on the cabana. He moved over to it and hopped the bar, scrounging around in the ice chest until he found a bottle of cool, delicious water. He pounded it, and threw it to the side.

Then he picked up another one, and did the same thing. [b][color=#b57f13]“Gotta go talk to moms, got cotton mouth like I just smoked a goddamn pound to myself… Motherfucker.” [/color][/b]He grabbed on last bottle, and opted to sip it slowly. Maybe Min had a point. Maybe he hit the drugs too hard, too fast, and too often. Shit. Maybe he should tug on the reins. Just, like… lightly. With that new thought in his mind, Henry headed along the poolside and toward the showers. Time to make the donuts.[/indent][/indent]