Robert "Bobby" Richardson (bamfbobby) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-01 12:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-02 |
WHO : Bobby Richardson, Stephanie Richardson (NPC), Laura Richardson (NPC) and Nell Silverberg-Brecker!
WHAT : Bobby is doing his brotherly duty of making sure his sister isn't killed in a nightclub while also getting his parents off his back.
WHERE : A small nightclub.
WHEN : Thursday, July 2, 2009, evening.
STATUS : Thread/Incomplete.
RATING : Depends.
The argument had been going on long before Bobby got home from work. According to what little information he could gather, Stephanie had asked their mother if she could go to a club with her friends that night. Apparently, her friends were all getting together to celebrate someone's birthday. Whose birthday, Bobby wasn't sure. All he knew was that their mom was having the biggest cow he had ever seen her have before. And she was the best when it came to having cows. She knew just how to have them too, sideways.
"It's a Thursday night, Stephanie Marie!"
"It's summer time, mom! No school!"
"You are underage!"
"Sasha's mom is going to be there!"
"Sasha's mom is more of a child than all of you put together!"
"That's not true! Sasha's mom is cool!"
"There is no way I'm letting you go with Sasha's mom."
"Then who will you let me go with?"
Suddenly, the attention shifted to the only other person in the room, quiet Bobby by the table, slurping up some milk drenched cereal. He blinked up when he heard the conversation die down, and just as he had expected, two pairs of eyes were intently focused on him. He blinked a few more times. "Do I have milk on my chin?" Of course, his attempts to throw them off went unnoticed. They were women, and they had ways of staying on topic when they wanted something. It was beyond all that Bobby could comprehend. Women, he had come to realize, were very evil. And he loved his mother and sister. But they were still women, and they still had power over him. This was evident by the fact that Stephanie's face had gone from pissed off red to pouty pink in less than three seconds flat. They were skilled, and Bobby was backed into a corner.
About three hours later, Bobby was sitting outside in his Toyota Camry that he only used when it rained or when he had to go a good ways from home. Or when he had to tow people around. He hadn't changed much from his work clothes, keeping the same plaid, button down shirt and changed into some khakis he hadn't worn since last summer. Did people wear this to nightclubs? With a sigh, he glanced at his watch. After her celebrating, Stephanie ran and locked herself in her room. Bobby hadn't seen her since, and he wondered if her make up kit had eaten her alive. It was probably best. That way they could at least stay home and file a missing person's report or something. And Steph would turn up again in a few days looking like a cheetah or something.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he saw her come out of the house in the shortest dress he could ever imagine and some Jessica Simpson heels. His eyes nearly popped out of his sockets, but he kept his comments to himself throughout the entire ride over. Once there, he hung back as Stephanie found her friends and went immediately toward the dance floor. Bobby kept a close eye on her, but he didn't want to interfere. He wasn't the type of brother who would embarrass his sister just for the hell of it. He wanted her to have a good time, though he did make sure she was safe. The music was terrible. Or well, it was that trance dance music or whatever. Bobby hated that, but it seemed to be what all the kids liked. It was some time later and after thirteen glasses of water that Stephanie came through the crowd looking for Bobby.
"Having a good time?" he asked her with a grin. This place sucked.
She nodded though and pointed at his glass with a smirk. "You drinking? What's mom going to say?"
Bobby shook his head. "Water. And besides, I think the last thing mom is worried about is me drinking."
Stephanie's eyes lit up with understanding. "Ah. The teleporting."
Casually, Bobby looked around and then raised a finger up to his lips, quietly asking her not to make mention of that in front of people.
"Sorry," she said when she realized what he meant, "Aren't you going to dance?"
Bobby grinned and took her hand, twirling her once and then shrugging. "Done."
She shook her head. "Party pooper." And then she was off again but not before giving him a kiss on the cheek. Bobby smiled. He was glad to have someone like her on his side. Now if only his parents could be more open like her...