Abel Magia & The Two Apprentices

Chapter 7 - Clint's legendary Party

"Right!" Clint clapped his hands, "time to clean this place up," he said as positively as he could. Clint loathed cleaning. 

"I'll give you a hand," Skhulz kindly offered.  The two of them looked around the room, and then at each other, and both of them had that oh fuck look on their faces. Both of them wandered where to begin. Clint went over to the kitchen and put a fresh bin bag in the bin. 

"Right then, that was a start," Clint said. Skhulz began to pick up a few empty cans from the floor, and poured what was left in them down the drain, in some cases he was dumping full cans. Clint opened the curtains and then the windows to air out the room. Skhulz looked at the sink "There is no way I'm doing your dishes," he said rather adamantly. 

"Fair enough" replied Clint.

"I mean, when was the last time you did the dishes"  Clint had a look of anger on his face as Skhulz began prodding through the backlog of dishes with a brush, he then saw some blue mould on one of the plates "thats fucking rank!" Skhulz said, his stomach turning, bile creeping up his throat.

"Leave it," Clint said rather heatedly, he didn't take criticism at all to well  "I'll do the dishes in a bit."

"Fair enough" said Skhulz who began to pick up fast food wrappers and place them in the bin. slowly but surely the place was starting to get cleaner, but there was still plenty of time to get it spotless. Clint began to put his clothes into the washing machine. Clint held up the pack of playing cards "these might come in handy later, if we're gonna play kings," he said with an eager glimmer in his eye.

"Ah not kings," replied Skhulz. Kings was the number one drinking game and a way to get properly fucked up. "Last time I played kings I spent most of the night in your bathroom throwing up."

Clint laughed "Oh yea." he chuckled "I remember that night. At least you weren't the only one."

"Suppose thats true," replied Skhulz.

 Skhulz sat down content with his effort. That was the second good deed he had done today. twenty minutes of none stop cleaning and the flat looked much more appaling to the eye. Clint was just finishing up the dishes, when he took some air freshener out from a cupboard and sprayed it about the place. Lavender that smelt very nice, that covered up the smell in the room. Clints room was in a right mess but he seemed content that his flat was clean enough for his guests, no one would go into his room anyway as he kept it locked.

"Right I'm just going downstairs to put this in the trash" Clint said, he was tying a knot in the overflowing bin bag.

"Can I put on a song?" Skhulz asked.

"Yea knock yourself out" replied Clint.

Skhulz went over to grab Clints laptop and placed it on his lap as Clint left the room with the bulky bin bag which smelt rank like rotten eggs.

Skhulz liked old tunes he typed into Youtube Demon days, by the Gorillaz. Skhulz then took out his tobacco and skins and make a rolly. As I'm sure you could tell Skhulz was a bit of a chain smoker not that there was nothing wrong with being a chain smoker, for cancer is now curable so people could smoke as much as they wanted, and not have to fear the big C. 

The tune Skhulz had put on had just finished when Clint had returned. He went over to the freezer and took out a nice chilled can. Skhulz left the laptop on the coffee table.  Clint could not be without his laptop for to long, and soon he was back on Facebook. "So will there be as much of a crowd here tonight do you reckon? Skhulz asked.

Clint was checking his in-box and replying to messages. "You know I don't do small parties." Clint replied. "Being in this dead end world the only thing to do was drink."