Lois returns from inside Wal-Mart shortly after Noah's voiced approval of me, and then she's squealingly informing me of how wonderful her brother is: he's a college boy, and everyone loves college boys; his neighbor is a ninety-six-year-old stoner, and she's his best friend (he objected on the best friend part, but she ignored him because Lois doesn't listen to people); he used to be a stripper, back in his freshman year.
"Oh my God, Lois, she doesn't need to know that," he grumbles, dropping his head in his hands and meeting my eyes through the cracks in his fingers. "I was a stripper for, like, a week, okay? But she's never letting it go."
"That's because it was the peak of your life, brother dearest, and I want my friends to know about your achievements."
"I hate you," he tells her, and she dismisses it with a wave of her hand.
a/n: okay, i'm confusing myself with all these ages so let me write (type?) it down:
steph: 17
lois: 17
noah: 20
katherine: 19
griffin: 19
(in warmth, i said steph was fifteen, but i don't like that age as much so)
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Short Storyin which a victim of rape recovers, with the help of a snarky pair of siblings//spinoff of Warmth//#335 in short story (well, it USED to be; i'm not bitter, don't worry) (jk, super bitter) TRIGGER WARNING FOR RAPE, please don't read this if it's gon...
