“Look, all I’m saying is that if you throw away twenty years of marriage to a hot Spanish chick, all to marry some pinch-faced jerk, your priorities are skewed!”
History was not usually a topic Sinbad could go on about. It especially didn’t happen as he and Shark were doing their laundry at Sinbad’s house.
“Things were different back then, I guess. That, and he really wanted a son. But yeah. He did kind of throw his first wife aside like she was trash.”
“Speaking of wives, how’s the boss’ divorce proceedings?” Sinbad had meant to ask Dennis how things were going, but he kept forgetting to do so.
Shark chuckled. “I guess you didn’t hear him last night over the phone?”
The brunet recalled how gleeful his father was at proclaiming himself ‘free from that gold-digging witch’. Dennis had then reminded Shark not to leave his underwear hanging from the doorknob.
“That’s what he was so happy about?” The two continued with their small talk as they got all the dry clothes into a hamper.
In a break from the usual location, they ended up folding clothes in Sinbad’s roommate’s room. The two couldn’t help but cringe whenever they saw an article of clothing that belonged to neither them or Goodwin.
“Amy sure does forget her underwear here a lot…”
“Amy forgets a lot of things in general.” The redhead set down a pile of towels into the designated ‘clean’ basket. “Nothing wrong with being forgetful, but I actually worry about her sometimes.”
By the time they’d gotten halfway through the laundry, Shark and Sinbad heard the sliding door in the other room open and close.
“Oh, shit! He’s back.” The noises that followed prompted him to add, “and we’re gonna want to hide.”
Shark didn’t need to ask for clarification, and instead followed Sinbad under the bed. The only thing that bothered him was this choice of hiding spot.
“Isn’t Goodwin going to find out we’re down here?”
“Nah.” Sinbad’s voice had dropped down to a whisper. “It does get hard to wiggle out of without getting noticed. I’ve hid down here before, don’t worry.”
A few moments later, Sinbad couldn’t help but point something out.
“You know, this is kind of like those filthy fanfic stories I sometimes see you read. If there was more room to move around, I’d ask if we could try to, you know…”
Shark made a face that showed he was unimpressed.
The door to Goodwin’s room then burst open, revealing the feet of a couple clearly in the throes of passion.
“Ah, I spoke too soon.” A muted thump indicated the participants were on the bed. Some giggling ensued, followed by wet kissing noises. At some point, Goodwin’s white shirt fell to the floor.
Sinbad made a face. “They are definitely using tongue.” The two hiding were slightly disgusted. It was not the acts themselves that grossed them out, but rather who was being involved.
“Poor Jenni. She’s not going to like hearing about this.”
“Hey, ever have any of your nasty-doing stories turn out like what’s going on right now?”
Shark shook his head. “Not really.” A drawer could be heard opening, followed by a worried noise.
“Don’t tell me you’re out already!” Amy’s voice held a slight amount of fear.
Shark and Sinbad then saw Goodwin’s feet touch the floor, followed by Amy’s. “I think Sinbad still has some. He never uses them anymore, so I doubt he’ll mind.”
“I do mind, you cheating little hypocrite,” Sinbad muttered through gritted teeth as the two left.
Shark just raised an eyebrow. “You still have condoms? Why? We’ve been together long enough to stop using them.”
Sinbad shrugged the best he could. “You never know. Some of them were flavored. And chances were we’d end up somewhere that we couldn’t leave messes like that…Eh, long story.”
The brunet at this point then turned his attention towards the sliding door in Goodwin’s room. “Think maybe we should try to get out of here now while we have the chance?”
“Huh? Oh yeah, right. We should probably do that now.”
By some kind of miracle, the two managed to sneak out unnoticed, and ended up sitting on the stairs attached to the outside deck.
When Sinbad snuck a peek, Goodwin’s sliding door was already covered with a thick curtain.
“Sinbad.” The redhead looked behind him again to see his boyfriend with a pleading look. “I really think we need to tell Jenni what’s going on. She deserves to know.”
With a frustrated look on his face, Sinbad shook his head. “She ain’t gonna believe us, man. Not unless we have proof.”
“Does it matter what kind of proof? Like, a picture or something?” A lightbulb appeared to go off in Sinbad’s head upon hearing this.
“You got your phone with you?” Shark pulled his phone out, handing it to his boyfriend. Sinbad got a devilish look on his face when he saw it had a camera. “Perfect.”
Shark was making sure he remembered how to use the camera when the two were back in the living room. Sinbad was standing in front of Goodwin’s door, waiting for the commotion to die down.
“He’s been doing things with her that he’d never do with Jenni. It’s kind of sad.”
The brunet looked up with a confused face. “You’ve heard Goodwin and Jenni having sex?”
“I had to hear them conceiving that kid of theirs. And he said I’m loud.” After a few more minutes, the signs of climax could be heard. Shark took note of one of Sinbad’s hands curling into a fist.
“Try not to kill him, Sinbad.”
Sinbad snorted. “No promises.” Shark joined him at his side, waiting for any signal.
“Wait until you hear someone go down, then come in and take pictures.”
As soon as the door handle was turned and the door opened, the next minute or so almost seemed to rush by. Shark waited as he heard Amy and Goodwin simultaneously declare the older man’s name.
There was then the sound of a fist connecting with flesh, and Amy screaming. Shark took that as his cue to enter.
Indeed, he made sure to get enough pictures to show what had happened. The woman was covering herself with the bedsheets. Sinbad had his naked roommate in a chokehold. Goodwin’s nose was bloodied, and the signs of a black eye were imminent.
“You stupid son of a bitch! Give me one good reason I shouldn’t rip your head off right now!” Shark bit his lip, slightly worried at how angry his boyfriend was.
“Sinbad, let him go!” Sinbad looked over at Amy, then reluctantly let Goodwin free. Shark lowered his phone, and nodded his head to indicate he had sufficient evidence against the cheaters.
Goodwin remained on the ground, his nose dripping the vital red liquid on the once pristine carpet. He coughed as he attempted to get his breathing back to normal. When he did, he looked up at Sinbad with an irritated look on his face.
“What in the world is wrong with you, Sinbad?!”
“Me?! What the fuck’s wrong with you?!” The sudden increase in volume caught everyone in the room off guard. “I ain’t the one fooling around with my baby mama’s best friend, now am I?!”
Shark swallowed and flattened himself against the wall. He’d seen his boyfriend shouting before, but there was never this much fury evident in the older man’s voice.
“You don’t know how hard it is for me! There’s stress at work, I have urges! I don’t want to subject Jenni to them, and-”
“Bullshit! You got no excuse for this! All this time you tell me to keep it in my pants, and now you go and pull this shit?! The fuck’s your problem?!”
Sinbad was almost barking every word, and Shark could’ve sworn he saw spit flying out of his mouth. Amy seemed to be near tears, covering her ears and wishing her friend would stop shouting. Goodwin was frozen with fear.
“Have fun explaining this to Jenni and her parents!” No more words were said. Instead, Sinbad turned around and stomped off out of the room.
Strangely, Shark didn’t follow him right away. He glanced first at Amy, then at Goodwin. The latter seemed to take this as a chance to appeal to someone in a more rational state of mind.
“You’re not…You won’t tell Officer Racket about this, will you?” Shark still didn’t have the greatest relationship with his father’s oldest brother, but he knew to give credit where credit was due.
“Uncle Dudley doesn’t like hypocrites.” He didn’t give a yes or no answer, merely said what he wanted to say in a flat tone of voice, and finally left.
The Sinbad standing outside now was a far cry from the Sinbad just a few moments ago. The fury and hatred that was evident was now merely a sense of feeling presumably drained.
When Shark put a hand on his shoulder, he initially didn’t notice. He looked at his hands, then sighed deeply.
“Normally when shit like this happens, I’d smoke to calm myself down. But that ain’t an option anymore. I just know there’s a chance I’ll catch hell from this.”
“But this time we have evidence. If he tries to get you in trouble, we’ll just show the pictures, right?”
“Probably. If nothing else, I want Blondie to squirm. It’s just…” Sinbad covered his face with his hands. “Infidelity, man. Even I would never stoop that low. Remember what I told you?”
“If I ever catch you cheating, I get to punch you, right?”
Sinbad nodded once, then turned to approached the truck designated to be his.
“Does the boss mind if I stay with you guys for the night? Looks like I’m gonna have to.”
“Just let him know what happened. You know he can’t afford to bail you out of jail anymore.”
“Yeah, I know. Besides, I get the feeling that after tonight, I ain’t gonna be welcome here anymore after this.”