Regan! Regan!! REGAN!!!
Huh?
Can I borrow your sweats? Please. Pretty Please. I need them for gym practice.
Can’t you wear yours?
No.
Why?
I ... lost them.
Does mom know?
No...
She’s gonna find out.
Not if I wear yours.
And when I need to use them?
...
Suck it up and tell her.
Ugh, you’re no help.
Except when I loaned you my pads, helmet, mitt, and lucky bat. But sure, I guess I’m no help.
Fine. I’ll tell her... after tonight. Last time, I promise.
Hey, I’m just trying to get you to take more responsibility for your own things. I ain’t trying to be a buzz kill.
I know.
Good.
... So...
Yes. You can borrow my sweats. One final time.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Can I also borrow your truck so I can take Olympus out this Saturday?
You can have a ride. I ain’t trusting you with my truck.
After last time?
After last time. You still owe me for the burned clutch.
I thought I had it this time.
Well, when you pass... you can borrow Mom’s car. Till then, you can have a lift. And be grateful I even give you and your partner a lift to the ... where’s it you two are even going to?
Drive-In. It’s a showing of Rocky Horror. It’s Olympus’s favorite movie.
They have good taste.
I know.
Well, ‘cept for dating you.
Ha ha.
What time’s the movie?
Late.
... Yeah. Pick your battles with Mom. Movie first, sweats later.
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