>>5710485After a few tense minutes of convincing the two that you <span class="mu-i">DON’T</span> want to bang Darren Hauser, you’re moments away from calling Pepper over when the brothers finally relent!
“Look, I ain’t prejudiced or any of that shit!” Shrugs Lee as you take a sip from what tastes like peach schnapps and limeade mixed with cola.
“<span class="mu-i">I</span> am.” Donnie grunts.
“And I <span class="mu-i">love</span> that about you, bro.” His sibling replies, giving his bro a pat on the shoulder, “So if you wanna know about Hauser, bro, shiiiit, who am I to judge?”
You just wanna get a feel for the people at the party is all, you argue, unsure if your headache is being caused by the music or this conversation, you’re not worried about boning anyone, okay?
“Oh shit, right!” Exclaims Lee as he elbows his brother’s side, “You’re an <span class="mu-i">OUTSIDER</span>, bro! I get it now…”
<span class="mu-i">FINALLY!</span>
“Yea, Darren’s pretty chill.” Begins the blue-hoodied brother as he taps his fingers on the bar. “Like you’d think he’d be a bigger prick because of who his dad is and all the sports shit and all, but-”
“Knew him since Middle School, bro.” Adds Donnie, “Before all the sports he was always getting his ass kicked, y’know? Rich boy was a big target.”
“Donnie here used to kick his ass all the time, bro!” Laughs Lee as the two brothers fist-bump without even looking. “But once Darren got into football and shit we saw how cool he really was.”
“Man’s a fucking <span class="mu-i">tank</span>, bro.” Explains the less-friendly brother, “Never forgot the time he dislocated my shoulder, man. That’s when I knew he was hot shit.”
“You cried a bit too, bro. That was fuckin’ <span class="mu-i">INSAAAANE!</span>”
“Fuckin’ <span class="mu-s">NARC</span>!” Smacking his brother upside the head, Donnie taps a finger on the surface of the bar a few more times in thought.
“... let’s see… dude likes to hang around with the football guys like Reggie and Moose… think they’re arm-wrestling or some shit over by the <span class="mu-s">SPORT COURTS</span>.”
“Unless he’s bangin’ someone.” Shrugs Lee as he rubs where the hand met his head. “Dunno why you care so much about dudes tonight, bro. It’s like going to a candy shop an’ ordering, like…”
“Salad.” Donnie helpfully adds.
“Yea, <span class="mu-i">salad</span>” His brother nods appreciatively, “And not, like, the gummy kind either. Regular leaves, bro.”
Yea, you sigh, you think you get i-
“Cherry tomatoes.”
“Walnuts.”
<span class="mu-s">YOU GET IT!</span>
>CONTD. 