He flipped the bottle with a hairy paw and glugged with relish. The empty container slammed against the counter’s edge. Crystal splinters sprayed the air like tiny spikes. They pelted his wrist, and belly, and chin.
“What just happened?” Stretch rushed into the open bathroom.
Woolly swayed and bared his teeth, bleeding wrist gripped to his soggy midriff.
“You drank the Rubbing Alcohol?” Bloodshot eyes bulging, Firewater Man dropped to his knees and howled as glass penetrated skin.“You’re loco, man.” Stretch grabbed a towel to staunch the crimson flood. Woolly screamed. “I’ll call an ambulance. Don’t…”
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The word limit for Loco is 100 words. I used all of them.
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