Bob watched his nacho fillings spin slowly in the microwave with a tired expression. He had a long night last night having taken up drinking again. He didn't want to think about that, instead he made something to eat.
It took him a few minutes to figure out what he'd eat, his first meal at 4 pm had to be a very nutritional one at that. He had only just woken up a few minutes before and his stomach was beginning to eat itself. His head was pounding, his mouth was dry, and his stomach ached. All he wanted was to eat his nachos and take another 12 hour nap.
Of course, that little plan of his had to be interrupted.
"Are you busy?" His sister Bridgette said from the doorway.
"Yeah. Nachos." Bob stated, pointing to the microwave and turning to look back at the chips and cheese. He didn't care to hear what Bridgette had to say. She snooped in his room for weed, stole his munchies from the fridge and demanded he drove her everywhere; the less she bothered him the better. "Aren't you supposed to be working?"
"That's why I'm looking for you, dearest brother." She smiled sweetly at him, batting her eyelashes.
Bob rolled his eyes. "I'm not driving you anywhere." He said, poking a finger into his nachos. Still cold, somehow.
He started the microwave again while Bridgette started whining. "I don't need to go anywhere, I just need you to go to work for me."
"Not happening."
"Bob!" She stomped her foot on the floor before crossing her arms. "I can't go out tonight!"
He rolled his eyes. "Why not?"
Her hand cradled her abdomen. "I have lady problems," She cried.
"That's not my issue." He drummed his fingers on the counter. This microwave is a piece of shit. I could make cheese faster than it can melt it.
Bridgette was quiet for another minute, pondering any type of deal her brother would be interested in. "The coach will pay you 60 bucks for dancing for a few hours! Come on, It's easy money!"
"I don't care." The money did sound nice, but going out and doing her line of work simply didn't. And, Bob didn't rent himself out anymore, so that was the end of that. There wasn't any way he was going out into that gymnasium wearing that suit during this lifetime.
She was quiet for another minute, thinking again. "Please? Can't you do this for me and be the best big brother in the world?"
"I already am." He watched his food spin for the trillianth time while Bridgette stood closer, tapping her nails on the counter. Bob tsked. "I can smell you thinking, Bri, it's just as gross as that perfume you wear."
"I still smell better than you." She shot back. "Are you hungover?"
"Extremely."
"Hm." She nodded. "That would really suck if someone told Dad..."
He glared at her as she continued.
"Yeah, he'd have to go through your room with Steve and confiscate all your things." She examined her nails as she continued. "Of course, I could forget that little detail if you did me this favor..."
He really couldn't afford his parents going through his room or even send him to live with his mom again in Jersey. He groaned. "Where's your costume at?"
"In Dad's car already." She smiled impishly at him before she grabbed his nachos and ran off.
Bob looked down at his empty hands, void of any nachos. His stomach growled impatiently. "Lousy kid." He groaned, shuffling out the door.
