BLAH BLAH BLAH

❝ Wow. An entire worn-out pocket pussy. I’m green with envy.❞

“Why are you putting your butt in my direction?”  He’s oblivious, even though for some reason that I like big butts and I can not lie song has gotten stuck in his head.

     @kittencube 

Boomer was actually kind of hurt when he made it home to see Butch had made well on his promise to leave until Brick came home.  There wasn’t much purpose of leadership if there was no one to lead.  Either way, he sat all of his stuff for his cat down to be put together later and looked back at Brat with a smile.

“So what should we do now?”  Because he needed to stay busy for a little while longer to get this strange feeling out of his chest.  What even was this emotion?  Sadness?  Pppph, that’s not a very manly emotion.  What would Brick say if he were here?  Actually Brick would probably punch him and tell him to man up…

             “ Mmmm~~~ I have an idea. “ She smiles, seeing as the apartment was empty (of people). The truck load of new furniture & movers wouldn’t be arriving for a few hours, and putting together Kitty’s new toys and furniture could wait until they were planning to remodel the apartment anyway... So, Brat took the opportunity to drag Boomer over to the couch and push him down on his back, very quickly straddling his waist. 

“What the fuck is a crepe?”  Boomer had been dragged out by Brat, but he was going along with it because he was bored.  They hadn’t had a job in a few days, heck he hadn’t heard from Brick in a day or two…

Before Brat could answer, a beep went off in Boomer’s pocket.  Checking his phone, he saw the message that would change their lives…

“I’m…in charge?”  The words slipped, just loud enough for Brat to hear him.  He coughed a little to quickly change the mood.  “So how many creepy thingies do you want?”

            “ What? You don’t know what--- first off, it’s not pronounced “creep” it’s cray-P. Say it with me now, Boo--- Hey! Pay attention to me! “ Brat huffed as his attention was snagged by the cell phone ringing in his pocket. As he opened it and looked at the message, she leaned over to glance down at the message with an awry grin spreading on her cheeks. 

             “ First off--- Daddy, that’s just rude. I came here to visit you on a very important day! Don’t you know I have so many other men waiting around for me? And I decided to stay here, all so I could surprise you. “ As Brat responded to Brick, her body began to roll around. Slender arms were quick to slip into the baggy sleeves of the redheads jacket, a hum as she buttoned it up in the front. Smooth-skinned legs unveiled themselves from beneath the blanket as she now scooted herself up out of the bed and over to his desk--- a bag sat on top of it. 

              Before picking up the bag, the blonde was giddily shaking her rump in Brick’s direction, teasing the fact that he’d insulted her lower back tattoo. “ Yeah, it was that grimy little brother of yours who did it, too~ That wasn’t the only thing he did either... “ Using the bottom of her heel, she was quick to turn around and hold out the bag to Brick. A cheery smile shown on the devilish girl’s cheeks. 

“Like what?”  What could they do that was fun without money?  Or…what would Brat enjoy doing that didn’t cost money?  Though Boomer’s mind was slowly drifting towards the gutter…slowly…slooooowly.

Nope.  His voice was a little more squeaky as he continued the conversation.  “I did spend all my money on this cat.  Yep.  No problem with that.”  Boomer wants to escape.

                  “ Mmm... y’know! Fun things... We could go shoplifting... I’d say the club but that really isn’t your style from what I’ve gathered... Take me to get ice cream maybe? “ Ah, how she loved to turn the tables. Brat knew just what Boomer must’ve been thinking, but here she was pulling a 180 on his thought process and acting as innocent as a kitten. 

   Flicking her forehead, Brick sits down on the bed with a creak of the mattress.  ❝Let’s just get this fucking OVER with.❞ He lazily withdraws his phone from his pocket. Just another Friday night with Brat.  ❝Get to unbuckling.❞

          Upon being flicked in the forehead, Brat was producing quite the pout. With a quivering lip, her eyes instinctively giving a doe-eye’d glance up at him. “ Daddy~~~ That huuuuurt... “ She feigned sounding so upset, in so much anguish... How could he hurt her like this? Gosh...~ After all she’d done for him as his BEARD. So cruel! Her expression had quickly turned back to it’s usual devious grin as he adjusted to get the phone out.

“I spent all my money earlier.”  It was a poor attempt at pushing Brat away from him, but Boomer at least knew some of how Brat functioned.

                “ Heeey~~ Boomy... You should entertain a girl~~ Your brother is off being a hoe, and I’m super bored. “