He sat casually on the worn sofa with its threads coming loose, his legs crossed atop the even more worn coffee table. Beside his feet rested an open pizza box, the pungent scent of oil, cheese, and pepperoni wafting up to fill the room. His sister remained standing as always just beyond, her swan mask with its distinctive number one painted on its forehead, pulled back and scraping her hair as she pressed a neatly rolled joint to her lips. With the flick of a zippo she burnt its end, inhaling the smoke in a sharp breath, then letting it blow out her slightly hung mouth in a swirling pillar. Sweeping his hand forward, Ash indicated the freshly unboxed pie. Already Alex’s eyes seemed to grow pink by the minute.
“Thanks for settin us up with food tonight, don’t just stand there though have one. I paid for it too you know.”
At her brother’s final word, Alex suddenly slammed her balled fist against the wall, a great thump rattling the air. Staring ahead wide eyed, she ignored her brother snapping his gaze onto her with fierce intensity, instead exclaiming in a whine,
“I’m fuckin bored man! We didn’t meet up tonight just to throw a stupid pizza party did we? The van’s fixed again, lets go kill my dealer the asshole’s been rippin me off for too long, I know he has.”
“Alex, will you shut up for a minute?! I’m out here trying to be a nice guy don’t you get it? Of course we’re gonna go look for some fucks to kill, if you weren’t greedy hoggin all the fuckin weed and getting wasted so much you’d be more patient.”
Her lips curled into a snarl, her nose wrinkling in disgust as her eyes and brow narrowed faster than he could finish. She pointed dead at his matching swan mask, a number two painted on it in the same spot, then marched toward him with long strides.
“Don’t talk shit about me Ash! While you’re sittin there trying to play the part of Mr. Suave Chavez, I’m thinkin about real problems like gettin fucked over by a junkie. Corey don’t just stand there defend me!”
