Are We Dancer? [ROBERT]

[brent zachary mckinney]

Not being a teacher was awesome. Brent didn't start work until the afternoon so he could laze around for most of the day (and night, when he got back) and do nothing productive. Life was, on the whole, pretty good for him. This new job as a receptionist suited him much better than his position at Northvale Academy had done.

Brent wasn't quite drunk, more... very tipsy. He was blasting out Franz Ferdinand and Robert wasn't shouting at him so the hybrid was presuming his flatmate was out. When 'Do You Want To' came on Brent had to start singing along at the top of his lungs. It was one of those songs that you had to join in for. Maybe he was clumsily dancing around the kitchen too while he made a peanut butter and salami sandwich too, oh, and drinking some more.

Outfit: Clicky! ❦ Notes: MY SIGN IS VITAL~ ❦ Tagged: Jannn

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[robert janice bratus]

Robert wasn't gonna deny it, he didn't mind sharing a home with Brent. He'd been kind of forced into it (it was no more complicated than the younger man turning up on the other's doorstep and claiming he lived there now) but he might help to pay the rent or something. That'd be quite nice, seeing as he barely managed to pay it at any time and some months didn't even pay the amount he was supposed to. Was that illegal or something? He guessed it might be.

Well, he didn't mind it that much. At least, not always. Some of the time. It was times like these, though, when you could hear the music playing from the house from halfway down the road, that he did mind it. After all, he was Robert Bratus; he had a reputation to keep, and Brent just didn't seem to get that. He didn't get that it wasn't acceptable to start playing (admittedly actually quite good) music ridiculously loudly when your housemate leaves to walk the dog. So as Robert slipped in the doorway, feeling like a stranger in his own home due the amount of noise that was bleeding out of everywhere, he let Clifford off his lead- he didn't seem to be that affected by the racket- and went off to find the source of the noise: Brent.

It didn't seem like Brent was completely drunk, judging by the way he was still managing to stay on his feet. However, the dancing around and singing that was... dodgy, to say the least, suggested at least slight tipsiness. And... wait, was Brent eating a sandwich? With his bread, and his peanut butter? And his salami? Okay, that was a step too far. Stepping into the crossbreed's line of sight, he folded his arms firmly. "Turn that racket off. You're upsetting the dog." The siren glanced at Clifford, who was now asleep on the floor. Okay, his statement may not have been entirely true, but he was hoping that his friend would be too tipsy to notice.

♬ Outfit: Clicky! ♬
♬ Notes: Jan is not amused. ♬
♬ Tagged: Brent! ♬
♬ Credit: Connie! ♬

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[brent zachary mckinney]

Okay, so Robert was kind of a douche (well, Brent knew that already but he felt the need to re-establish the fact). Brent was merely making a sandwich and listening to music - he was completely innocent! And then the siren had come in and started treating him like a child. Perhaps the poor guy was PMSing because this was totally uncalled for.

Huffing loudly, Brent turned towards his friend and pointed the butter knife in his hand at Robert in a threatening manner. "Shut it, whiny bitch. Try'na make a sandwich here." Brent grumbled, stabbing the dirty piece of cutlery at the other man's chest. He hadn't paid attention to what Robert had said to him and his music was pretty loud anyway so it was difficult to hear, but it sounded like whatever had been said was unnecessary. Brent was going with his instincts here.

Outfit: Clicky! ❦ Notes: MY SIGN IS VITAL~ ❦ Tagged: Jannn

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[robert janice bratus]

It'd be pretty nice if Brent actually did what he was told for just once in his life, because after all, this had been Robert's home first. Therefore he had to have some claim to what happened inside it, surely? He knew that Brent was more than a little bit of a diva but seriously, this was ridiculous. It wasn't like Jan was even asking for that much, really; he just wanted the music turned down. Well, off, preferably, but he doubted that was going to happen.

And wait, was Brent threatening him? With... with a butter knife? Well, that wasn't exactly intimidating. Robert slowly walked toward the stereo, which was where he presumed the noise was coming from (if it wasn't, then he had absolutely no idea where it was) and lifted a finger, as if he was going to turn it off."Don't think I won't do it. I will." The siren found this quite funny, actually; he realised he could take the opportunity to piss Brent off while he was tipsy. It wasn't so much as being mean as getting revenge for all the times Brent had done the same to him. It was purely friendly - absolutely no malice involved whatsoever. Nope.

♬ Outfit: Clicky! ♬
♬ Notes: Jan is not amused. ♬
♬ Tagged: Brent! ♬
♬ Credit: Connie! ♬

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[brent zachary mckinney]

Brent didn't drop the knife, despite it's uselessness because, even if it was really blunt, he could still do some kind of damage with it. His eyes followed Robert's slow movements towards the stereo, watching to see what the siren dared to do. Oh, of course. He was threatening to silence the beautiful noises of Franz. Brent had do act fast if he wanted to save his Scottish babies.

In one swift motion, Brent sent the knife hurtling towards his friend, his aim somewhat poor due to his inebriated state. "Suck on that!" It was an immature response to an immature argument. That was just typical drunken Brent behaviour for you.

Outfit: Clicky! ❦ Notes: MY SIGN IS VITAL~ ❦ Tagged: Jannn

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[robert janice bratus]

Robert found it hilarious, how seriously Brent was taking this. It was almost as if his life depended on hearing this music. Inwardly, the siren shrugged; maybe it did. He couldn't be completely sure. He noticed that his friend was still holding the butter knife, which he'd previously been using to make a sandwich - so he was able to at least slightly predict what could potentially happen next. Still, part of him hadn't expected the crossbreed to actually chuck the knife at him... even in an intoxicated state, that was a tad drastic.

The knife was, of course, completely off target. Robert took one small step to the left in order to ensure he was out of the line of fire, although he didn't really need to- he just did it for the simple fact he wanted to be certain he wasn't going to end up with a death by butter knife because that would have to be practically the worst way to go. When the knife clattered to the floor, he lifted his head to smirk at Brent. "Nah. Don't want to."

♬ Outfit: Clicky! ♬
♬ Notes: Jan is not amused. ♬
♬ Tagged: Brent! ♬
♬ Credit: Connie! ♬

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