By the time Shark had finally finished cleaning the floor and walls, he was tired and dirty, not to mention hurting. Bill had apparently made a bigger mess than usual, and it showed.
Not only did Shark hurt everywhere, he wanted to cry. It felt like the best time to do so, given no one else was home. Sighing glumly, he dragged himself back upstairs.
“Kind of sucks to be alone in such a big place,” he said to himself when he got into the room with his game consoles. He didn’t really want to play any right now, though.
Watching his anime DVDs didn’t really appeal to him, either. Instead, all Shark wanted to do was curl up and die right now. To try and alleviate this, he pulled his pants off.
As soon as he did, Shark then took out his cell phone and dialed his father’s number. Unfortunately, he didn’t pick up. Shark then contemplated calling Sinbad, but then figured he was still working.
Shark then ended up calling the Bistro, and ordered a couple of their fancy personal pizzas. Then he went off wandering about the mansion, turning the lights off as he went.
Eventually, the only lights on were in the foyer and one of the second floor bedrooms. Shark didn’t even bother to put his pants back on when the deliveryman showed up.
He had to have looked a bizarre sight in nothing but his shirt and jock strap. The deliveryman didn’t say a word, and just took the money and tip owed.
Now Shark was alone again, taking the boxes up to the lit bedroom. He then flopped onto the bed, opening one of the boxes up.
After half of the first pizza was eaten, Shark grabbed his cell phone and decided to try calling Sinbad. It seemed he changed his mind.
When the phone rang a couple of times, Sinbad then picked up. “Yeah?”
“Sinbad? Um, hi…”
Several minutes later, Shark heard the wheels of a vehicle pull up to the mansion garage. He stumbled over to the window, and looked out towards the ground.
He could now see Sinbad, taking a drag off a cigarette before stomping on it. Sinbad himself looked up while he was grinding it in the pavement, staring directly at Shark.
The two maintained eye contact until Sinbad blew out cigarette smoke, creating a sort of haze about him. Now getting a bit flustered at seeing this, Shark blushed and stepped back a little. He then waved for Sinbad to come up.
When Shark sat back down onto the bed, he waited for Sinbad to enter the mansion and make his way up. He almost contemplated going back out and helping him navigate the almost labyrinthine interiors.
After some time, Shark could hear footsteps. Following these were something breaking, and Sinbad yelling out, “Fuck!”
“Sinbad? Are you okay?” Shark got on his knees and called out to the dark hallway.
“Yeah, I’m good!” Was the response. “Some jackass just put this vase here!”
Neither man even bothered going back out to clean up the shattered pieces of the vase that Sinbad broke.
Instead, Shark sat in front of Sinbad, watching him devour his personal pizza almost ravenously. This got him curious.
“Do you not eat a lot at your house?” To this question, Sinbad stopped chewing for a moment, and just shrugged.
“I don’t remember that kind of shit usually.” With this indecisive answer, Shark kept quiet as he watched Sinbad finish off the last slice.