[For Eden]

Jun. 20th, 2008 07:10 pm
segaboybrodie: (Small Price to Pay)
Despite the fact that Brodie was still kinda pissed that some other guy had thrown his girlfriend a birthday party, he could find solace in the fact that he was the one who was gonna come out on top that day. And not just in the non-metaphorical sense of the phrase.

Because he, Brodie Bruce had gone to great fucking lengths to get her a present that no one else could produce. Great fucking lengths meaning that he'd traded his non-rugged good looks for it, because apparently Mrs. Holden McNeil had some kind of BEARD FETTISH. Goddamn was he gonna miss shaving and not looking like a hobo. Or a wizard, depending on how sadistic Banky was.

But he was pretty sure that it'd be worth it, because not only had he REMEMBERED that shit, but he'd actually put some THOUGHT into it. Not romantic, his ass.

So despite being completely fucking sober as he left the hippie bus with Eden, Brodie was trying to conceal the grin that kept threatening to show up and make him look like an idiot.

[For Eden]

Jan. 5th, 2008 02:51 am
segaboybrodie: (Small Price to Pay)
cont. from this thread

"Guy's probably off getting wasted somewhere," Brodie said with a shrug. The hell if he knew whether or not the guy really WAS, but considering all of the other islanders who'd chosen to go that route at the party, it was a pretty safe bet. Or maybe he was off stabbing innocent people with wooden stakes or some shit. Whatever.

For a second, Brodie tried to remember if he'd ever done anything like this with Rene. Sure, they'd gone to the occasional party back in high school, and Brodie was pretty sure she'd pulled him into a coat room once or twice-- once during that magical night when he'd actually seen SMOKEY FUCK THE GODDAMN BANDIT ON A POOL TABLE-- but this would be the first time in a fucking age that he'd had a girl in his room without worrying about his Mom bursting in.

The woman had serious privacy issues.
segaboybrodie: (Bathrobe)
Contrary to popular belief, the worst part about having a broken leg wasn't the pain. Brodie'd dealt with pain before, and now he was kind of used to it. It was the kind of thing that you learned to live with when you'd asked as many chicks to show him their tits as he had.

The worst part of it all was the GODDAMN ITCHING. The itching and the fact that there was nothing to DO. Fuck but, he'd give his left nut for a Sega and just about ANY game right now. Even Too Cool To Fool. Yes, he'd bought it, and yes he'd played it. But Brodie blamed that on the fact that it had been ten cents at The Dirt Mall and he'd been hungry at the time. But hey, you get what you pay for.

He shifted a little on the clinic bed, wincing when he moved his leg.

"HEY!" Brodie yelled out, "What's a guy gotta do to get a little room service around here?!"


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