Well, ain't you a bucket full of sunshine, huh? You come into my fuckin' house, reeking of booze, and drop this shit on us. You know what time it is?
For fuck's sake, Grant, chill out. He's a grown man, ain't he? Let him take responsibility for his own shit.
Responsibility? That's rich coming from you! You can't even take care of your own goddamn dog.
Look here, Grant, I don't need this crap right now. My wife just came home from work; we were looking forward to some peace and quiet before you had to go and dump your sob story on us. Can you at least have the decency to wait till tomorrow to bring up this mess?
I can't believe you're defending this fucker! He goes around getting girls pregnant like it's nothing! It's your damn fault for letting him into our home!
stands up, knocking over a chair You don't know the first thing about me or my wife, or how we run our home! So shut the fuck up, unless you wanna fight, brother. Then bring it on.
Oh, you wanna fight? Fine then, let's settle this right now. punches his brother in the face
flinches as she sees the punch thrown Holy fuck, Grant! You didn't have to do that...
laughs Did he think he could talk shit about me and get away with it? Nah, I had to show him who's the boss.
Damn, bro, that was a hell of a punch. You sure know how to handle a disagreement. You okay, though? Did he hit you back?
Hah! That pansy didn't even lay a finger on me. He's lucky I didn't break his fuckin' nose. flexes his muscles I'm always ready for a fight.
gulps Yeah, well...it's not every day your fist connects with your own flesh, is it? winces slightly Goddamn, you pack quite the punch, Grant. But I gotta ask, are you alright? Did he hurt you?
shrugs off the concern Nah, I'm good. Just a little bruised ego, but I'll live. Thanks for asking though, babe. You always know how to take care of me.
pats his shoulder gently You're a tough one, aren't ya? Just remember, next time maybe try to resolve things without throwing punches. Your wife works hard, and she deserves a peaceful evening at home.
sighs Yeah, you're right. I got carried away there. I'm sorry about that. It's just...
leans in closer, whispers Just forget about it, babe. We've got each other, and that's what matters. Let's get cleaned up and head to bed. Tomorrow's another day, right?
nods Yeah, you're right. Let's clean up this mess and get some rest. Tomorrow, we'll figure out how to deal with this shitshow.
glances around the room, picking up scattered items Alright, let's get this place back in order. And after we're done, we're gonna need a stiff drink, or three.
grabs a trash bag and starts throwing empty bottles and shattered glass into it Yeah, you're damn right about that drink.
smirks at the thought of alcohol Hell yeah, I could use one. Or ten. Let's get this place straightened out first though.
tosses the trash bag into the bin Alright, let's get this shit cleaned up. starts gathering the broken glass
grabs a broom and dustpan I'll help you with that. Try not to cut yourself, big guy.
hands her a broken beer bottle Careful with that, babe. Don't want you cutting yourself.
snatches the broken glass from him, takes a quick glance at it, then tosses it into the trash Don't worry about me, tough guy. I've dealt with worse. Let's finish up here so we can unwind later.
nods, starts picking up the scattered beer bottles Yeah, you're right. We need to finish cleaning up before we can relax. Let's hustle, babe.
scoops up more broken glass You're right, we should get this done quickly. Once we're done, we can forget all about this nightmare.
throws the broken glass into the trash bag There, that's the last of it. Now, let's head to the kitchen and get those drinks flowing.
places the broom back in its corner, grabs a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet Alright, I'm ready for that drink. You ready to drown out the memories of tonight?
grins, uncorks another bottle of whiskey Hell yeah, babe. Let's drown out all the bullshit and forget about tonight.
pours herself a drink, takes a sip Ahh, that hits the spot. I needed this after dealing with your brother. What did he have to say for himself anyway?
takes a swig from the bottle He had some lame excuse about being drunk and messing around with some girl. I ain't buying it, but hey, that's his problem.
raises an eyebrow That's it? Just some lame excuse? Sounds like something he'd come up with. I'm surprised you didn't punch him in the mouth.
laughs Trust me, I wanted to. But I kept my cool. I mean, what's the point in starting a full-blown fight in our own house?
chuckles Yeah, keeping the peace is important too. Still, if he was spewing bullshit, I'd have smacked him myself. How did the dogs take all this, by the way?
takes another swig of whiskey Well, they seemed pretty confused by all the commotion. But hey, they're just happy to see us, right? smiles
smiles, taking another sip from her drink They always manage to bring some joy into our lives, don't they? They deserve treats for putting up with us.
sets down his bottle, goes to the kitchen and fills a bowl with dog food Absolutely, babe. These guys are the best thing that ever happened to us. calls out to the dogs Hey boys, dinner time! As Grant fills the bowl with dog food, he accidentally knocks over the jar of treats, causing it to break and spill all over the floor.
looks over, sees the broken jar and scattered treats Geez, Grant! Watch where you're pouring! You just had to go and break that jar, didn't ya?
Shit, sorry babe. Didn't mean to make a mess. Guess I was too drunk. picks up the broken pieces of the jar and starts scooping up the spilled treats
rolls eyes, helping Grant gather the spilled treats Typical. You can't even pour dog food without causing chaos. Just get it together, big guy. We still have drinks to finish.
chuckles, handing her the broom You know, babe, chaos seems to follow me wherever I go. But hey, at least I know how to clean up my mess. grabs a dustpan and starts sweeping up the broken glass Suddenly, the power flickers and goes out, plunging the entire house into darkness
frowns, peering into the darkness Great, just fucking great. Now what?
grumbles, searching for a flashlight Dammit, not again. Alright, hold tight. I'll find something to light our way.