Tough Love
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rec50Claim: Starsky & Hutch (TV) – general
Prompt: # 29 intoxication
Title: Tough Love
Author: K Hanna Korossy
Rating: R
Length: short
Brief summary: Not the best way to deal with pain.
Link: http://korossy.org/khk/Tough.htm
Excerpt:
"I was worried about ya, Starsk," he said sincerely. "I knew that you were still upset about Rosey–"
Starsky's face could've been made of stone. "So ya came back t'babysit me, is that it? Whatsa matter, don't ya think I can take care a'myself?"
Hutch had expected belligerence, but the animosity in the tone confused him. Voice hardening, he shot back, "This is what you call taking care of yourself? Drinking yourself into oblivion? That's a fast way to get dead, Starsky, and you know it. Come on, you've gone through this before. Deal with it. You knew it would never work with Malone's daughter–"
Starsky's face was flushed as he forced himself to stand, weaving a little on his feet. "Yeah, look who's talking. Who made you perfect? At least she wasn't a prostitute."
They both froze. The silence smothered.
Prompt: # 29 intoxication
Title: Tough Love
Author: K Hanna Korossy
Rating: R
Length: short
Brief summary: Not the best way to deal with pain.
Link: http://korossy.org/khk/Tough.htm
Excerpt:
"I was worried about ya, Starsk," he said sincerely. "I knew that you were still upset about Rosey–"
Starsky's face could've been made of stone. "So ya came back t'babysit me, is that it? Whatsa matter, don't ya think I can take care a'myself?"
Hutch had expected belligerence, but the animosity in the tone confused him. Voice hardening, he shot back, "This is what you call taking care of yourself? Drinking yourself into oblivion? That's a fast way to get dead, Starsky, and you know it. Come on, you've gone through this before. Deal with it. You knew it would never work with Malone's daughter–"
Starsky's face was flushed as he forced himself to stand, weaving a little on his feet. "Yeah, look who's talking. Who made you perfect? At least she wasn't a prostitute."
They both froze. The silence smothered.
