Being in the house brought little relief from the scorcher that was outside.
If anything, it just meant a place to lay down on the floor. The alternative was going outside and risk spontaneous combustion.
Laying on the floor was exactly what Shark and Sinbad were doing right now.
“It is so fucking hot out,” Sinbad complained as he tried rolling over onto his stomach.
“How hot is it?” Shark weakly questioned him, perhaps as an attempt to lighten the mood.
The redhead almost didn’t seem to want to take the opportunity. “Hotter than them wings smothered in Death Juice.”
“Wha…?” The younger man uttered a noise like he didn’t get the reference.
“The ones that nearly killed Guy Fieri.”
Shark then nodded. “Oh, yeah.” After that, neither of them said anything.
At some point, Lolly stepped over them, looking at them like she wondered why they subjected themselves to this torment.
“So is this going to be a thing for the both of you, or…?”
“For your information, Princess, the AC’s broke,” Sinbad retorted while lifting his head up to look at Shark’s sister. “What, you got a better idea?”
Lolly scoffed. “Grandma and Grandpa can actually afford to cool down their whole house, which is saying something.” She then turned to go. “Well, see you later!”
“Is your dad back yet?” Sinbad didn’t know how much longer he could last.
Shark tried wiping the sweat off his face, to no avail. “Still at the store.”
Hearing this got Sinbad to groan. “Well, shit! How long’s it take to buy a damn fan?”
“Sinbad, it’s over a hundred degrees outside. Most people in town are either at my grandparents or trying to get the last fan.”
“I see…I guess.” With much effort, the redhead got to his feet. “We got a sprinkler or something?”
Shark shrugged. “Probably.”
“And is Lolly gonna be gone for a while?”
Both men seemed to realize what was really being asked here. Or at least Shark did.
“Yes, you can strut around the house naked.”
“Not what I asked, but now that you mention it…”
The sight that greeted Dennis when he got back was awkward, though not unexpected.
“Hmm. When I left, you had clothes on that actually covered the naughty bits.” This was said to the naked man laying on the lawn, being sprayed with water.
“Made do with what I had, boss.”
The patriarch chuckled, then became serious. “Well, no need to do so anymore. I got what I went for.”
The older Racket’s words got both Sinbad and Shark to croak out a monotone, “Yay,” which belied just how relieved they felt.
Setting up the fan soon led to the three of them happily cooling off on the couch.
“Oh, this is a hell of a lot better than just being on the floor,” Sinbad moaned out as he tried to slide closer towards their cooling device.
“Mister Rotter, I advise that you do not say hell. Things are already warm enough as it is.”
Shark leaned forward to feel the cool air on his face. “Was there any trouble when you went to go get this, Dad?”
Dennis scoffed. “Besides someone catching on fire and the occasional budger, not particularly.”
“Someone caught fire? Did they die?”
“Nah. They did sound like they were in agony, though. And everyone else just looked miserable.”
Sinbad now lay in front of the fan. “Can I still get naked?” He then looked away. “Actually, don’t answer that. I forgot I gotta do something first.”
Dennis and Shark then quietly watched as he got back up and wandered back to the room.
“Wonder what he forgot.”
The only real downside to being in a nice cool house was having to share it with most of the town.
Lolly tried in vain to find an unoccupied room anywhere in the house. The closest she got was the garage, and that was already taken.
“Oh, come on! All I want is a place for myself, that doesn’t have any losers in it.”
The man huddled in the corner appeared not to hear her. He was merely scrolling through the messages on his phone.
“Don’t ignore me! I know you can hear me.” He kept scrolling, before standing up and turning to walk towards the door.
The whole time, he didn’t once acknowledge her presence.
“What his damage?”
Goodwin didn’t like the message he just got. What exactly it was he hated the most about it, he wasn’t certain.
Perhaps it was the somewhat threatening tone it gave off. Or it might’ve been that it reminded him that Sinbad had the upper hand in all this.
For several months now, he’d been telling lie after lie. If he didn’t do something soon, his stellar reputation was going to be tarnished.
What the blond was having a hard time deciding, was which caused more destruction: Ruining it himself, or having it ruined for him.
Trying to think of something, Goodwin read the message again, debating whether or not he should reply. He didn’t want to give his former roommate the satisfaction of an answer to his question:
“Have you told her yet?”
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