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Frank leapt from his chair and stormed off towards the bathroom. He stepped inside, spun to look at Bryan’s giggling face, and firmly closed the door.
“What’s wrong man?” Bryan asked with a smile. “Getting wood?”
“Hardly,” came Frank’s muffled reply from the bathroom.
“But it’s just getting to the good part,” Bryan said as he rattled the paper and scanned the newsprint, still grinning like a hunter who’s just caught something particularly wily. “The janitor comes in with his pet parrot.”
“Seriously, Bryan, enough!”
Bryan closed the paper, careful to keep his finger tucked inside, marking his place. He leaned against the bathroom door and listened for a moment. He tried the knob, found it wasn’t locked and opened the door. Frank was sitting on the toilet, giving Bryan his patented impatient look.
“Do you fucking mind?”
“What’s wrong man? This shit is funny.”
“I’m gonna wipe, do you wanna watch?”
Bryan, still grinning, turned his back towards Frank and leaned against the bathroom doorway.
“Seriously, what’s got you all worked up?”
Upon hearing the toilet flush Bryan turned back around. Frank was leaning against the sink and staring at himself in the mirror. The only light was coming through the window and that in itself was the only available light reflected off the building next door. The bathroom was a square of shadows.
“It pisses me off that somebody got paid to write that,” Frank finally said. He grabbed his toothbrush from the chipped coffee mug on the sink and added a little bit of toothpaste.
Bryan again opened the paper at the spot he had marked with his finger.
“Yeah… Chuck Peevesly,” Bryan said.
“Wha?” Frank asked around a mouthful of foam.
“Chuck Peevesly wrote it; probably got a couple hundred. What’s the big deal? It’s cheesy porn.”
Frank spit out a healthy wad of saliva and toothpaste.
“Exactly, it’s cheesy porn. At least be original about it, push the boundaries a little. ‘Oooh, you are being a dirty girl…’ Please.”
“Maybe Chuck couldn’t get published anywhere else. I don’t know, the way I look at it is, at least he’s writing.”
Frank rinsed the toothbrush, tapped it hard against the basin and tossed it back into the coffee mug. He walked towards Bryan stiffly. Bryan shrunk against the doorjamb, holding the Wank issue against his chest to let Frank go by.
“What’s wrong man?” Bryan asked with a smile. “Getting wood?”
“Hardly,” came Frank’s muffled reply from the bathroom.
“But it’s just getting to the good part,” Bryan said as he rattled the paper and scanned the newsprint, still grinning like a hunter who’s just caught something particularly wily. “The janitor comes in with his pet parrot.”
“Seriously, Bryan, enough!”
Bryan closed the paper, careful to keep his finger tucked inside, marking his place. He leaned against the bathroom door and listened for a moment. He tried the knob, found it wasn’t locked and opened the door. Frank was sitting on the toilet, giving Bryan his patented impatient look.
“Do you fucking mind?”
“What’s wrong man? This shit is funny.”
“I’m gonna wipe, do you wanna watch?”
Bryan, still grinning, turned his back towards Frank and leaned against the bathroom doorway.
“Seriously, what’s got you all worked up?”
Upon hearing the toilet flush Bryan turned back around. Frank was leaning against the sink and staring at himself in the mirror. The only light was coming through the window and that in itself was the only available light reflected off the building next door. The bathroom was a square of shadows.
“It pisses me off that somebody got paid to write that,” Frank finally said. He grabbed his toothbrush from the chipped coffee mug on the sink and added a little bit of toothpaste.
Bryan again opened the paper at the spot he had marked with his finger.
“Yeah… Chuck Peevesly,” Bryan said.
“Wha?” Frank asked around a mouthful of foam.
“Chuck Peevesly wrote it; probably got a couple hundred. What’s the big deal? It’s cheesy porn.”
Frank spit out a healthy wad of saliva and toothpaste.
“Exactly, it’s cheesy porn. At least be original about it, push the boundaries a little. ‘Oooh, you are being a dirty girl…’ Please.”
“Maybe Chuck couldn’t get published anywhere else. I don’t know, the way I look at it is, at least he’s writing.”
Frank rinsed the toothbrush, tapped it hard against the basin and tossed it back into the coffee mug. He walked towards Bryan stiffly. Bryan shrunk against the doorjamb, holding the Wank issue against his chest to let Frank go by.
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