Writing has been tough again the last few weeks, but I actually sat down and free wrote with "Leon 'Stupid' Kenendy" and don't plan on turning it into anything bigger so I figured I would share!
Claire stood in Chris’s kitchen, a beer in hand as she continued her long rant. “And who does he think he is? Acting all high and mighty while doing absolutely jack shit.”
Chris hummed, taking a long pull from his beer. The first few times he’d done it, she’d just kept going, but this time she stopped, her eyes narrowing at him.
“Nothing,” Chris said with a shrug, not wanting to get into her weird situationship with the government agent.
“You think I’m being unreasonable.”
That wasn’t exactly true. He understood her point of view and knew that in her shoes he would feel the same way. But she was his baby sister, and Leon was right. Something this drastic would make her a target, and while he knew she deserved to make those kinds of decisions for herself, he couldn’t exactly complain about any actions that kept her safer.
“I don’t think you’re being unreasonable.”
“Then why aren’t you saying anything? You never hold your opinion back,” Claire said, hopping up on the kitchen counter and picking at the label of her beer.
“You really want my opinion?” he asked, leaning back against the island.
Chris searched his face for any sign of hesitancy, but she was stubborn as ever. “I think you’re right, and that people deserve to know what exactly is going on in their government.”
“But…I can’t say I love the idea of you having a target that big on your back,” Chris said, holding his hands up before she could turn her tirade against him. “Listen, I’m your brother, and I probably would have still given you the chip, or more likely just used it myself, but I’m just saying I understand his reasoning. Even if it’s a stupid one.”
Claire deflated, dropping her gaze to the beer bottle. She was silent for a long moment; the words settling between them until her lip quirked up, any tension disappearing along with it. “Guess we know what the S stands for now.”
“Leon ‘Stupid’ Kennedy,” Claire said, straight-faced at first, but it didn’t take long before a grin took over her face.
Chris snorted and bumped his beer bottle against hers. “Come on, let’s go watch a movie or something. I don’t think I can talk to you anymore if you keep saying dumb shit like that.”
“Fine, fine, but you know it’s true,” she said, hopping off the counter to follow him into the living room.
