“It’s going to make us fucking rich,” he says as he raises the bottle over his head, and leans back, poring it’s contents into his open mouth, swallowing as much as he can until he chokes, then screams incessantly at the other three members of his band, until the guitar slams into his face, knocking him to the ground.
“You’ve got to fucking pull your head in Donny, we can’t be making waves, this is our big chance, the break we’ve been looking for, you fuck this up and I fucking swear, I’ll kill you!”
“Fuck off Chico,” he says, rubbing his head. “I ain’t stupid.”
“Sure, just like you said back in Istanbul?”
“Istanbul? Oh fuck off, that was years ago, shit, I was like eighteen, man, I haven’t done anything like that in years.”
“Doesn’t mean if the opportunity didn’t come to pass you wouldn’t take someone up on it.”
“Fuck you, I’m married, I’ve got kids, fuck man.”
“Leopards don’t change their stripes.”
“It’s spots dickhead.”
“Whatever, same thing.”
“Fuck off, spots and stripes are two completely different things, so you can’t say they’re the same thing jerk wad.”
“Don’t change the subject, this is about you not being a fucking dick and stuffing this chance up for us.”
“I fucking heard you when you hit me with the guitar, and I said I won’t, so chill the fuck out,” he says, as he pulls himself up off the ground.
“I’m chilled, are you?”
“What? Are you guys seriously going to stand there and not say anything? This fuckers troppo.”
“They don’t need to, we’ve already had a band meeting about this.”
“What? A fucking band meeting? seriously?” He says, looking at the other two, who both hang their heads. “Fuck me! I can’t fucking believe this, you pricks think you’re better than me? We’ve all done shit, we’ve all banged the wrong bitch now and then, I don’t see how I’m any worse than any of you fucks!”
“It’s just the way it goes,” he says, throwing his jacket at him.
“What the fucks this?”
“It’s your top, now fuck off.”
“What? You’re fucking kicking me out of the band now?”
“You did it yourself, you showed where you stand, and we can’t let it jeopardise our chances, not again.”
“Well fuck me, after everything I’ve done for all you pricks, this is what you go and do, you kick me out of my own fucking band..”
“It ain’t your band Donny, it never was.”
“What? It never was? Are you hearing yourself? I’m the only original member, the only founding member left, of course it’s my fucking band, and I’m not going to let you take it away from me without a fight, I can promise you that.”
“I really wish you hadn’t said that,” Chico says, raises the revolver. “Suicide, fuck, I never realised things were that bad.” He says, as Donny’s eyes widen.
“Oh fuck off,” he says through clenched teeth, as Chico pulls the trigger.