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Gob closed the door to the model home as he strutted Inside with a false confidence,
"Anyone in?" He shouts but gets nothing but his own echo in return.
"Michael!?" He bellowed once again but again, nothing,
Gob wasn't sure how to feel about this, he usually liked having the home to himself as it meant getting to do whatever he wanted wherever he wanted in the house, if there was a show he wanted to watch but no one else liked he could watch it in peace without a comment from Lindsey or Michael calling it 'childish' or calling him 'immature', he could practice his tri- illusions, without being disturbed and his favourite of all he could just, relax. No pressure from his mother to perform tasks, no trying getting his father to laugh with him at anyone else's expense and none of his siblings making a mockery of him.
However today was different,Gob had just come back from one of Tony wonders shows, after of which he had gone to greet the magician however what greeted him back was less than welcoming.
"TONYY HEYY" gob sauntered over to him, placed himself at the bar next to tony.
Tony met his gaze and greeted him with a small nod and an eyebrow raise.
"So umm.. good show tonight some..uh.. real uh.. real nice illusions.. yeh.." Gob felt like a pathetic fool for his anxious pauses and stutters but he was anxious I mean in the few years tony had gone from idol to arch nemesis to straight, gay secret lover.
Gob was still processing it all, he didn't believe he was truly homosexual just for appreciating a man so much like himself.
"Thanks." Tony replied weakly holding glass up.
"YEAH e-especially the one with the.. with the dove." Yet again his voice betrays him as per usual.
"Can't beat a classic" Gob chuckled lightly as his eyes darted around.
He watched as tony wonder drained his glass and placed it on the bar.
"Thanks for the support man." He said as he patted GOB on the shoulder and waltzed off.
Gob was.. hurt... Every time he had approached Tony wonder, he had always interacted with him more and for the last few times.. ALOT more...
He didn't understand why tony ignored him like that, he thought they were friends.
Gob also took his leave after that and during the ride home thought of all the reasons The tony wonder could be upset with him.
The only reason he could think of was during the last time they had... Embraced eachother.... Gob accidentally mumbled the L word a little too loud... That's right GOB Bluth, womanzier of the family who has definitely 100% no doubt had sex with multiple women had said "I love you" during sex... With a man....
Of course GOB didn't think he had heard.. at the time..but now he was really thinking about it... Tony had ended the night earlier than usual.
"Shit." Gob muttered as his shoulders fell.
How could he let that slip out of his mouth? Gob had accepted that he'd probably freaked Tony out or worse, ruined their relationship forever.
So today, coming home to silence, was not what he wanted, no. What he needed.
Gob wanted to be distracted by the chaos that he called a family.
Gob wanted to be able to annoy his younger brother, he got comfort out of seeing them, out of not being alone.
Hell he'd even take having buster around over right now over this.
But no.
When he actually wanted them.... needed them around him, they were no where to be found.
Not even his niece or nephew were around.
Gob rifled through the cupboards until he found Lucille's alcohol stash.
He picked up a whiskey he was sure had been in that cabinet since he was 15, he never dared touch it for he feared the repercussions from his father, he loved George sr and he was proud to be apart of this family.
But he never felt as if the loved was returned.. or received for that matter.
"Fuck it." He mumbled to himself as he grapsed the neck of the bottle and carefully lifted it out of its place in the cabinet.
He uncorked the whiskey and poured himself a full glass, none of that ¼ glass bullshit he always hated.
One glass of it was never enough for anyone so why shouldn't he just pour the full glass?? He'll drink that much and more anyways?? And he hated when the ice melted too quick and watered it down.
But his family would judge him for doing anything more.
And gob... Was so tired of being judged...
"Fuck them.." he started staring into the amber liquid.
"FUCK THEM ALLL.!" he shouted into the empty house.
He doesn't know why he shouted it, freedom? Or maybe making sure that he was truly alone.
But no response came.
And with that.
He downed half the glass in one shoot, feeling as it burned from his tongue all the way into his chest and creates a burst of warmth in the pit of his stomach.
"I don't need them...." He mumbled once again.
Gob (already having a bad day.) started thinking about how little he needed his family.
But in turn, received nothing but thoughts about how time and time again his family didn't need him.
His father clearly favours Michael, putting him in charge of the business, giving him this home and always ALWAYS without fail, Michael is the first person anyone in the family goes to with an issue. Even Lindsay and gob new Lindsay didn't even like Michael too much.
Lucille was always in her own world, busy putting her children down and babying her youngest whilst keeping up her streak of being inebriated every day since buster was born and convinced that she deserved the world.
Lindsay and buster never really spoke to gob, ok well buster was always an easy target to practice illusions on but apart from that, they never really spoke and Lindsay was too focused on her failing marriage and trying to prove she was worth something to men to notice gob.
Michael.....oh Michael.... Gob loved his baby brother, he cared about him and always wanted to impress him but Michael always seems embarrassed to be around him... Gob always senses it.. from everyone...
The shame they all felt when they were around him.
None of them could ever bring themselves to tell him otherwise.
And gob noticed it.
But he forgave it all.... Because in his head it didn't matter, he loved his family and anyways hes got-
had
He had Tony to talk to....
"god.." gob whispered pressing his fingers into his eyes trying to stop the tears.
Tony was the only person who truly understood Gob, his talents, his anxieties, his excitement at simple things and generally Him.
But Gob felt as if he had single handedly pushed that away and he felt so... Dumb and so much more alone than he did before Tony wonder.
Gob removed his fingers from his eyes, sighing.
"God I wish I could just forget about today...." He said finishing his glass.
That when he thought.
His forget-me-now pills.
He wouldn't remember tonight at all!
The incident with Tony,
The thoughts of his family
And how pathetic he felt.
It would all be gone!
Gob opened a draw and removed the small orange bottle from it place,
He had just restocked after using his last one on Michael.
He twisted the cap open
Faltering on his feet slightly, the very potent alcohol taking affect.
He opened the bottle and just tipped the contents into his hand.
He wasn't sure if the exact amount in his hand but he's sure it was more than 6.
However, Instead of putting them back as he usually would though he just simply shrugged, his inebriated mind taking over, not allowing a single conscious thought slip through.
"The more I take, the more will forget" he stated simply as if it were common knowledge.
He tipped the pills into his mouth and poured some of the whiskey in there too, to help wash them down.
He choked a little on the contents.
But none the less got them down his throat.
He sighed, relieved to know he wouldn't remember tonight or, The last few aswell probably.
He looked at the bottle in his hand and let out a small grim chuckle.
"I'm.. I'm sure" he swallowed thickly as he found himself feeling unwell. " Dad won't care if I take... If I take a little more." He faltered between his words, and he was clumsy on his feet.
But none the less gob poured himself a little more whiskey, recorked the bottle and left it there on the counter.
After a few minutes of just staring into nothing and thinking.
It hit him.
"Fuck" he gripped his stomach, feeling nauseous and dizzy all at once,
assuming it was just the pills doing there job as usual he picked up his glass and sat on the couch roughly letting out a low Groan as he did so.
He felt his mouth become dry.
He's knocked back his glass and finished his drink.
Suddenly the whole world spun on its axis, he could tastes everything he'd eaten and drunk in the last 12 hours in his throat and his stomach... God his stomach was in agony he could feel his intestines tighten he laid himself down on the couch as gently as possible, but found his muscles failing him as instead of gently lowering his top half as usual his arm slid out from underneath him and his head landed on the arm rest with a bash.
He groaned.
He found himself sweating and in pain, his muscles tightened and he was unable to speak, only letting out pathetic noises that made him sound like a wounded animal.
He laid there for a good minute hyperventilating, feeling physically weakened. Wondering if he should call someone.. but who? Half of his family wouldn't pick up and if someone did he couldn't speak. If he sat there whining Into the phone not a single person would believe he was unwell, they would think he's seeking attention and brush it off.
... He couldn't get to a phone anyways....
His was in his pocket but it was dead.
And the landline felt like it was miles away.
He leant his head back no longer fighting the sudden heaviness of his eyes and let himself drift away..
The last thing gob remembers is feeling the bile rise in his throat.
And then...
Nothing...