Who: Erin and Evan
When: Around 5 pm
Where: The funeral home
Once he'd finished the work for the day, Evan was ready to head home real quick do a quick clean up and wash off the smell of death and embalming fluid. He didn't quite make it out the door however, because he saw his sister and had to stop and say hello. Coming up behind her, stealthfully of course, well, okay, maybe not so much so since he was so tall and lanky. She probably knew he was there before he even reached her. Either way, he put his hands over her eyes and grinned. "Guess who?"
Erin had just finished showering herself. Yes, living with the parents was lame, but dammit, it was
convenient living and working in the same place. "Well it can't be the poor bastard I just sent to the crematory." she said, smirking. "And someone who reeks of embalming fluid seems to be in an awfully good mood, so that counts out the rest of the stiffs. Evan?"
He rolled his eyes at her and pulled his hands from her face. "Thanks a lot. Like I don't already know I gotta go home and shower fifty times before six." he sighed, shaking his head a little. "What's up?"
( Pimp Daddy Evan has some mad skills )