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In the view of a window, shadows dance across the room, joining and splitting and joining again as muffled yelling is heard. The edge of a chair can be seen in the window as it tips over, and there are two crashing sounds. Silence, and then more yelling.
A quiet scuffle.
A muted sound, like flesh hitting flesh.
And then silence again.
Elliot comes into view through the glass as he gets of the floor, stumbling back, as Robbie follows. Elliot's face is swelling on one side.
He pushes Robbie back.
Quiet, but screamed, "Get away from me."
Robbie tries to grab his wrist, but Elliot pushes past him and out view, and then the front door opens. Elliot wipes away shameful tears as he bursts out the door, but Robbie finally manages to latch onto his arm with a bruising grip. He yanks Elliot close and tries to hold his face, but Elliot turns his head away. They talk. Whispers drift across the yard from them.
".... promise. It won't..... again. Come back inside, okay? We both had too much to drink."
"... only had one..."
"And.... how irresponsible..."
... hurt me-"
"I said I was fucking sorry Elliot. Get back in the damn house or.... called on..."
Elliot begins to tremble. Robbie puts his arm around him and leads him back inside, Elliot hesitating at the door before going inside.
The door clicks shut.