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Johnny sat on his couch, searching for the best Tuxedo rental shop in the greater L.A. area. Tabby walked in and looked over his shoulder, and when Johnny sensed her presence, he quickly shut his laptop.
“Oh? Looking for a tux? your little girlfriend agreed to be seen in public with you?” Tabby said, smiling at her brother.
“Leave me alone Tabby, I’m busy,” Johnny said.
“I bet her parents probably hate you, the bad boy drug dealer taking advantage of their good little valedictorian’s school girl crush,” Tabby said as she went to the kitchen to get some of the vodka, she brought home from her last party. She poured herself a drink in their parent’s cocktail mixer and began to shake it.
“It’s not like that,” Johnny said, leaning back on the couch and rubbing his eyes in frustration and guilt.
“Just how much does she know or not know?” Tabby asked as she poured the Saturday morning cocktail that had become a ritual since their parent's seemingly unending departure.
“I’ve been honest with her, that’s all I’ll say,” Johnny said.
“She knows you smoke weed?” Tabby asked, taking a seat on their father’s lay-z-boy and raising her drink to her mouth to take a sip.
“She knows that,” Johnny said.
“Does she know you sell weed?” Tabby asked.
“yes,” Johnny said in frustration.
“Does she know that you’re the biggest kingpin in the school? That easily two out of three kids who lite up, are using something you provided to them?” Tabby said, continuing her interrogation.
“Yes! She knows everything okay, I really like this girl, I’ve been candid with her, and she likes me, everything’s fine,” Johnny said.
“Relax, I’m sure you’re going to show her a great time at prom,” Tabby took another sip, and smiled, “I can’t wait to see you two there.”
“What are you talking about?” Johnny asked, “You’re a sophomore. You can’t go to prom.”
“That’s where your wrong big brother, a sophomore can go to prom if she was asked out to it by a senior classman,” she grinned.
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“God damn it, who?” Johnny asked.
“Brian,” she grinned.
“Brian? Baseball Brian?” Johnny asked, looking at his sister.
“Mmhmm,” Tabby said, beaming with pride.
Johnny looked at her, “Really, that piece of shit? Are you seriously going to go out with him? Do you have any idea how much he has been fucking with me the past few weeks?”
“I do, and I’m not going to lie, it kind of turns me on,” Tabby laughed.
“You know he just wants to fuck you, right?” Johnny said, looking at his baby sister.
“Yeah, I do,” Tabby said, “And I just want to fuck him, it’s a match made in heaven,” Tabby said leaning back in the chair and crossing her legs as she took another sip.
“It’s like Jack and Rose on the fucking Titanic,” Johnny said, referencing Tabby’s favorite part of her favorite movie.
“Odd you would use that analogy,” Tabby said, “You know it’s all going to crumble under you right?” she said.
“Nothing is going crumble, I have a good handle on everything,” Johnny said.
“That’s not what Brian says,” Tabby said.
“I don’t give a shit what Brain says, this is my market, and if he thinks he can take control of it just because he can hit a few home runs and won state, he’s in for a big disappointment,” Johnny said.
“Have fun with your little cartel while it lasts, people are talking, they’re getting fed up, I only say this out of concern for you, big brother, but you’re pissing off the wrong people,” Tabby said, leaning forward in her chair.
“Have fun at prom Sis, I can make this work, me and Brian had a little sit down, we came to a truce, I guess one of the terms of our agreement should have been, by the way don’t fuck my sister, but ink is dry hands have already been shaken, so there’s nothing I can do.”
“I’m sure he would love to know that he has your blessing to show your little sister a good time. Why don’t I text him,” Tabby grinned, “After all, I do have his number,” she said bragging about the ultimate badge of honor a girl at Reagan High could have.
