"Do you remember?" with the Outlaws gang
angst machine broke you get petty domestic nonsense instead
Jason walked into the room, lips set in a grim line. When nobody noted his presence, he cleared his throat.
Kory looked up from the machine she was tinkering with, but she wasn’t who he was here for. Jason cleared his throat again, louder.
This time, Roy deigned to look away from his magazine, feet sliding off the table they’d been resting on. “Yeah, Jay? Got something in your throat?”
“You wish,” he muttered. Then, louder, “Do you remember?”
Roy cracked a grin. “The twenty-first night of September?”
“No, asshole, last Friday.”
Roy squinted, frowned. “Shopping night…?”
“Yeah, shopping night.” The heat was rising in his voice now. “Do you remember what we got?”
“Uhh…” Roy started ticking items off on his fingers. “Spaghetti… Chicken…”
“Did you not get those special chips?” Kory added.
Jason snapped his fingers. “Yes, Kory, thank you. I got those special chips.”
Eyes narrowed in suspicion, Roy leaned forward. “So? What does this have to do with me?”
It was the moment he’d been waiting for. Jason crossed over to the table and slammed an empty bag down onto the surface, right in front of Roy. “Oh,” he growled. “It has everything to do with you.” He drew his hand away to reveal the label: Chicken and Waffle flavored Lay’s. “They were like this when I found them this afternoon.”
“…What are you insinuating here, Todd?”
Disdain dripped from Jason’s lips. “You ate my fucking chips, Harper.”
Roy shot to his feet. “I did not eat your chips!”
“Oh? Then who did? Last I checked, there’s only three of us on this island!”
“Kory is right here!” Roy flung his hand out towards her. “Why aren’t you getting all over her case?”
“Kory doesn’t steal my shit!”
Kory hmm’ed in assent, though it was lost amidst the argument.
“Well I didn’t do it! It’s a dumbass flavor anyways!”
Jason threw his hands up in the air. “I can’t believe this! I knew you’d play dumb.” He turned on his heel and stormed out of the room. “Just know that I’m fucking coming for you. I will have my revenge.” He passed out of the room, slamming the door on his way. Roy could hear his footsteps thudding down the hall as he stalked away.
He flopped back down onto the couch, pulling his hands down his face.
“You know, Roy,” came Kory’s voice. “It is not as bad a flavor as you might think.”
He turned to face her, eyes widening. “It was you. Why?”
“I only meant to take one. But they were very good.”
“No, I mean why did you let me take the fall?” He jumped back to his feet. “You know what? I’m gonna tell him. Right now.”
She leveled a disinterested look at him. “You know he will not believe you. After all… I do not ‘steal his shit’.”
