denny is posed in front of the mirror dousing his body with cologne. it’s a brand new bottle, a gift from an ex maybe two years ago, left in the drawers to die until he’d decided to swing by the bathroom for a new tub of pomade. doug had been messing with his hair too, to no success. looking like a tumbleweed, he grabs a cap and tugs it over his head as denny gives his neck one last spritz. why either of them bother is a mystery; in an hour they’ll both be sweating by the bucketloads.
they head out by car and on the way to the concert they stop by a convenience store for snacks. as denny drives doug shoves a handful of chips into his brother’s face and when the car comes to a stop every so often he passes the cola over to wash everything down and this repeats like clockwork until they arrive at the venue. denny leans in to ticketing as doug hangs out to take in the scene.
pink lips peachy blush a pearly shimmering face pewter hoops
she turns up on a pineapple yellow hoverboard its peeling stickers emblazoned all over the bottom and
doug feels positively parched for water is he in the sahara?
“dough. dough.” denny slaps at doug’s wrists but no response. “earth to dough.” denny squints his eyes to follow doug’s path of gaze and manages to put two and two together. instead of shimmying his shoulders or cooing or otherwise embarrassing his brother, denny holds his breath and pushes doug along as he keeps his eye glued to the girl. “c’mon, show’s starting soon.”
he lets doug work under the impression that fate has thrown him a nice gristly bone by putting him in the same section as stickerboard girl. denny smiles as he watches a thousand potential scenarios unfold in his brain, transparent by the way doug’s face contorts out of time with the music. it takes five songs, liquid courage from the soda, and one strategic shove for denny to get doug moving. turning back towards the stage, denny pumps his fists in the air as doug finally taps the girl on the shoulder.
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