(Warning! Beginning of sex. ._.)
(At some point I realized I needed some scenes with just Blaise and Alma. Because I felt this story needed them. Also, NIPPLES. There. I don’t know why it took me so damn long to type that word for this story.)
Fall had definitely set in now. Brunch that early afternoon involved anything that could be cooked with a frying pan.
Sinbad attempted to scrape the meal of choice out of said pan, to little if any effect. A few more attempts later, he threw the spatula across the room.
“Damn turkey bacon,” he grumbled as he turned the stove off.
Shark was curled up in the blankets in their room, refusing to comply with the light streaming through the room. Next to him, his father dug through the drawers for a pair of pants.
“Rise and shine, boy. You can’t be in there forever.” His request was met with a groan, followed by Shark rolling over to his other side.
Dennis considered yanking him out of bed himself, then decided against it. Grabbing instead a pair of warm jeans, he got to his feet and began pulling them on.
“You know what’ll happen if you don’t get up soon. There won’t be any breakfast left. Now you don’t want that now, do you?”
“I’m too warm in here.” Then came another groan. “And I’m not really hungry.”
Seeing he wasn’t going to budge, Dennis shrugged, and patted what he hoped was Shark’s back. “Well, I’ll get Mister Rotter to bring you some, anyway. Now, I have to go in early and do some decorating for the theater. I’ll try to be home as soon as I can tonight.”
Then he left. Shark heard him exclaim in surprise in the hall.
“Mister Rotter, please do not throw things! I’d rather not have any more injuries or damages in this house!”
It may have just been Shark’s insistence to stay in bed that prompted this decision. Sinbad only wished he had a vase full of flowers to decorate it with.
He hoped Shark didn’t mind if part of it was burned. Shark seemed to eat anything he made, anyway.
“You awake, man? I’m gonna go to the store later, and get some Halloween decorations. Think you can get up for that, at least?”
The blanket-covered lump adjusted, and crawled towards the other side of the bed. It reached the end, and Shark’s head poked out from under the sheets.
“Maybe.” He looked at the tray. “Are those pumpkin pancakes?”
“You bet your ass they are.”
Dennis stared at the various cheap decorations that he was hanging up outside. Each time the ladder creaked, even slightly, he held onto the nearest ledge.
He didn’t understand the point of hanging up cutout ghosts and witches, and the like. All of it seemed so cheap and watered-down.
Somehow it seemed almost insulting to celebrate it this way. Dennis wasn’t certain how the ancient pagan Celts would take having their New Year’s Day be turned into this gaudy spectacle.
As he was working, Dennis caught sight of his daughter chattering with her friends. He called out to her and waved, but she didn’t answer. In fact, she didn’t even look up at him.
This saddened him greatly. “Of course she doesn’t even acknowledge me. She’s with her pals.”
Trying to brush it off, Dennis resumed working.
When Shark had happily finished eating, he sat at the foot of the bed waiting for Sinbad. Whatever it was that went into his pancakes, they seemed to have quite the warming effect on him.
If nothing else, he was now motivated enough to think about leaving the house. It was still cold, but now it didn’t seem so overwhelming to him.
“Do we have to leave right away?” He called out to Sinbad, hearing the sound of dishes being washed. “Like, can we stay here for a little while?”
Now he waited for an answer. The footsteps leading back to the room confirmed that Sinbad heard him. When he entered the room again, he sat on the bed behind Shark.
“How long you want to stay before we run errands?” Shark was about to answer when he felt a pair of rather warm hands take hold of his shoulders.
Blaise didn’t even bother putting a bra on when she got dressed anymore. She didn’t really see the point. She also didn’t bother making her or Alma’s beds.
Deciding what she had on was good enough, she wandered downstairs. Looking over, she caught sight of her roommate reading, and let out a loud belch.
“Hello to you too, Blaise,” Alma said without looking up from her book. “I think we ran out of the usual breakfast making ingredients.”
“Whaaa…?!” Blaise stumbled into the kitchen to see if this were true. Some clattering of pots and pans followed. “Aw jeez, yer right! What happened to all of it?”
Alma put her book down, and joined Blaise. “I was waiting for payday in order to get groceries, but I didn’t think our resources were this bad. I just realized it earlier today myself.”
Blaise opened the freezer to see if they had waffles, or anything that could be frozen. “Well, damn! What am I s’posed to eat while watching the news?”
“We have cereal. You’ll probably have to eat it without milk, though-”
“Oh, no!” This suggestion was unthinkable to Blaise. “I ain’t that desperate! How much money we got right now?”
Alma pulled out her wallet to check. “We have…” She counted all the bills and any space change she had. “Roughly 56 dollars to get us to next payday.”
“That’s it?! What if we need other stuff before then?”
“Well, do you have any left over cash from your last part-time job?”
Somehow Blaise hadn’t thought of that. “I might. I’ll have to make sure.”
It was hard for Shark to decide which he liked more: Sinbad’s hands playing with his nipples, or the feeling of his lips on his neck.
Both actions elicited a gasp from him. He shuddered as he felt Sinbad’s tongue sliding up his neck, reaching his ear.
“Sinbad…?” Shark whispered as he pulled away. Then both of them realized they should probably cover the window.
With slight reluctance, Sinbad got to his feet and grabbed the blanket on Dennis’ bed. In an instant, the room became exponentially darker.
“Do we still have any candles left?” Shark made his way over to the dresser, beginning to rummage through the bottom drawer.
“Don’t think so. Wouldn’t be the first time we fucked in the dark, though.” Then he sighed after a brief silence. “Let me go check. And get my lighter.”
With some caution, Dennis went down the ladder after finishing up his current task. He stepped back and admired his work.
As neatly as he could, he managed to keep most of them in a secured position. Just to be safe, though, he positioned his fingers as a sort of picture frame, and made sure.
“I’d say that’s good enough,” he said as he went back to take the ladder down. “I highly doubt most people in this town are really going to notice, let alone care.”
If anything, Dennis had a harder time getting the ladder back inside than he did actually decorating. Trying not to knock over anything inside, he navigated it back to where he found it.
On his way, he overheard Lolly and his friends chattering over what movie they should watch. Again, he called to her, and again there was no response.
Having it happen once was understandable. Happening again was just plain ridiculous. He shook his head in disbelief as he kept going.
(This chapter has been cut due to length)