Mwa. Ha. Ha. Ha. (Edited)

[bitter_brother]

The thought occurred to me when I woke up in the motel with Amy, still feeling hungover from the unbinding spell. We had to go back to the dorms eventually. That's the natural habitat of college students. That's where we were supposed to be, right? We couldn't hang out in the motel forever. We didn't have a shitload of money and there were people

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[mk_warren_hpy]

I'll admit this to no one but myself: Tucker was not the droids I was looking for the Wells I had been expecting. I thought the morning sun would bring messages on the machine, and an Andrew who just happened to be passing by the room, chalk full of social suggestions or whatever kind of suggestions people like Andrew have that pass for social. And slowly but surely I'd begin to regret putting up with his companionship (I couldn't bring myself to walk out on his pity party. I'm not that much of an ass. No. Really. Really.). Unless there were some kind of redeeming features about the kid I'd yet to discover. I mean: obscene knowledge of obscure, nerdy crap? Have all of that that I need, thanks. And I know better than to wear it. You'd think Tucker would teach him something; or that he'd learn by negative example (Oooooh. Tucker. Buuuuuuurn.). Too bad.

...Not that I couldn't take him under my wing; steer him in the right direction. I could. I could mold him. I could rebuild him. I have the technology. I could make

[bitter_brother]

"You did?" I asked flatly. "Good. How much you get? Let's buy beer."

Warren's head was bent over something that maybe was a circuit board, or maybe was an action figure. He didn't look up and I didn't inspect further.

Warren, the one trick pony. On or off. Geek or ... well, geek. Come to think of it, I hadn't seen him awake in days. The last time I saw him was when Amy and Jezebel and I were taking off for the magic shop. Two full days ago.

So, you know. Pre-murder.

"Hey, did I get any messages?" I sat down on my bed, throwing my backpack at the closet and yanking on my shoe laces. "Like, from a lawyer, maybe?"

[mk_warren_hpy]

Fuck. He got me. I looked up. Instinctual reaction, I told myself, to...stimuli. What, me worry? I folded my hands.

"Lawyer? No. What?"

Be more intriguing despite my better judgment annoying why doesn't he? And let's buy beer. He's a frat-boy now. I blame the girl. Has to be.

"For your crap?"

Which he can see is intact. Possibly disease ridden. I fished in my pocket; hurled a nickel in his general direction.

"Yeah, let's buy beer," I snorted. Two days gone and he waltzes in like he's been at class. Please. I'm not interested.

[bitter_brother]

"What's up your ass?" I snapped, watching the nickel fall to the ground while finally getting my shoes off. I crawled onto my bed and laid back. "You aren't even going to ask where I've been?"

Probably better that he didn't. I kind of wanted to talk to him about it. I couldn't really talk to anyone about what had happened, aside from Amy. Or Lilah. Not that I could tell Amy about Lilah.

Anyway.

"Warren, listen. Did you read the school paper today? Did you see that that Parker dude had a heart attack and died?"