>>19971747Colby grins.
Colby:
>"Hey, I'll have you know that I'm gonna make a TON of money off of those boots! The auction's not even over yet and it's already gone way up--"Bree shakes his head.
Bree:
>"I guess it's good to know there's a bunch of perverts out there who'll pay top dollar for a pair of boots that've been on my sister's sweaty, busted-ass, nasty feet."Colby:
>"HEY! Those are a part of wrestling HISTORY! Some collector or historian's gonna buy those and put them on display and keep them in a glass case or something in their--"Bree:
>"I'm just saying, when somebody posts a 'tribute video' with 'em and tags you in it, don't say I didn't warn you."Colby's nose wrinkles in disgust.
Colby:
>"You're gross."Bree shrugs.
Bree:
>"I'm not the one selling my boots."An awkward silence passes between them. Bree takes another drink, and looks up.
Bree:
>"Thanks for letting me stay at the apartment, all the same. Even though it was fucked up you kicked Carmy out. Not staying at the mansion any more?"Colby looks to the side.
Colby:
>"Not too often lately. It's..... complicated. We've got that new farmhouse, but it needs some work. You know, it'd be nice if I had a family member who was a plumber, who could fix all the weird old pipes in there."Bree laughs again.
Bree:
>"That's one for Dad. I promise you, Colbs, a job that big and with a bunch of old Frankenplumbing? I WOULD fuck that up."Colby shakes her head.
Colby:
>"Doesn't exactly bode well if you're starting your own business here in town." 