Steven knocked three times on his sister's door. Tricia quickly opened, revealing her messy dorm room behind her. She had been crying.
"I hate him," said Tricia.
"Well, that's why I brought this," said Steven, holding up his book bag. Tricia retreated back into her dorm room and collapsed forward onto her futon.
"I appreciate you coming over, but you're not going to make me feel any better," said Tricia, her face smashed into a pillow. Tricia had just been dumped by her boyfriend Kyle.
"I beg to differ, Miss Emo," said Steven. He opened up his bag and pulled out the contents one at a time. "Two bottles of white wine, a whole bag of mini Milky Ways, your favorite, and... some French movie I found at the rental place." Steven examined the cover of the movie. He hadn't had much time to pick one out, and wasn't really all that sure what it was about. "And, if the movie sucks, we won't even know because we'll be too drunk. Drinking in the dorms; naughty us."
Steven had come over to console his sister as soon as she had called him. Tricia and Steven had always had a close relationship with each other. Tricia was only a year older than Steven and they both went to the same college. It hadn't been until Tricia was in her final year of high school that their relationship had evolved into what it currently was. That year, Tricia had discovered that Steven was gay.
It came as quite the shock at first. Steven was a pretty popular guy in school. He was a swim team star, all-academic, and he was very handsome; tall, jet-black hair, muscular with piercing eyes. He had been very popular with the girls in his school. It wasn't until Tricia had found out about him that she realized why he had never actually dated anyone. Steven never came out to his parents, so he had bonded with Tricia over their shared secret. It brought them close together.
Tricia loved having a gay brother. She had always wanted a sister when she was younger, but found having a gay brother to be even better. She naturally felt more comfortable around him than she would have if he was straight. She could talk about anything with him and not put him off or make him uncomfortable. Tricia and Steven loved talking about boys together, and, once Steven started dating in college, they would even talk about their sex lives.
So, naturally, Steven was the first person Tricia called when Kyle dumped her. Steven, committed to cheering up his poor sister, tossed the bag of Milky Ways at the futon. They bounced off of the back and settled on Tricia's shoulder. Then Steven started opening both of the bottles of wine.
"Come on, tell me what he did," said Steven. Tricia rolled over and grabbed the bag of candy off of her shoulder. Steven had been right to bring them. Tricia really couldn't say no to one. She reluctantly opened up the bag and reached in.
"Why are you opening both bottles?" said Tricia. Steven cocked his head to the side and raised his eyebrows.
"What?" he said. "Did you think we were sharing?" Steven popped the cork out of one of the bottles. He brought the bottle up to his lips and took a long drink from it. Steven passed Tricia the other bottle. "Here's yours," he said. Tricia smiled. Steven always knew what to say to her. "Ah, there's that pretty face," said Steven.
Tricia really did have a pretty face. In fact, she had a pretty head on top of a pretty neck attached to a pretty body. She shared some of the same physical features as her brother - she also had jet-black hair and narrow, piercing eyes. Tricia's face was more angular than her brother's though, and, where Steven was muscular, Tricia's body was sleek. Her skin was incredibly smooth and she always kept it nice and tan. She had a cute, tight butt that stuck out just the right amount to make boys fawn over her, and a pair of perky c-cup tits she used to get free drinks at night clubs.
Tricia and Steven found some plastic cups to pour their wine in and started the slow process of killing both bottles. Steven popped in the movie, but neither one of them was really paying much attention to it. Tricia began telling Steven about what had happened with Kyle. It took quite a while and quite a lot of wine. It was a messy break up and Kyle came out looking like an asshole. Apparently, he had dumped her so that he could start going out with some girl named Trixie.
"Seriously," said Tricia, "what dumbass names their daughter Trixie? I mean, unless you're anticipating her going into porn and want to save her the trouble of changing her name." Tricia was getting drunk very quickly. After an hour or so, Tricia was letting everything come out.
"Did you know he stopped having sex with me?" she said. "Yeah. He always came up with some excuse not to. 'Oh, I've got a big test tomorrow.' 'Oh, I've got a headache.' He used the fucking headache line on me." Tricia laughed a little and so did Steven.
"What a little bitch," said Steven.
"I know, right?" said Tricia, slurring the occasional word. "I think he felt guilty. I bet he was fucking his little whore on the side the whole time. Well, I'm glad there's at least someone out there getting laid! I haven't been fucked in over a month!"
Steven laughed. "Well, if I had known that, I wouldn't have wasted time buying you Milky Ways. I would have gotten you something very different." He laughed loudly. Tricia did too.
Between fits of laughter, Tricia managed to say, "Oh no. Believe me. Dr. Carter has put in a lot of overtime this past month." Steven burst out in uncontrollable laughter.
"Oh my God! Are you serious?! Do you really still name your vibrators after E.R. characters?!"
Tricia snorted into her cup of wine. "I can't believe I just told you that."
"I can, you little slut." Tricia threw a pillow at Steven. "I just hope Mom doesn't find Dr. Carter like when she found George Clooney when you were sixteen."
"Oh my God! Do you remember her face? It was just like...." Tricia changed her face into an overly frightened expression. Steven almost fell out of his chair. "Then she fucking threw it away! I paid Sandy Donalds forty bucks to go into that store and buy it for me! Money down the drain."
"Yeah, but, all things considered, why did you name it George Clooney when it was black?!" Steven almost couldn't finish his sentence before exploding with more laughter. Tricia and Steven carried on like that, bitching about boys, eating Milky Ways, and drinking.
Soon, they finished all of the wine. Steven wasn't a big drinker, so Tricia finished her bottle before he did. Being a bit of a light weight, Steven gave the rest of his wine to Tricia, who chugged it down quickly. After they ran out of wine, they both ended up sitting together on the futon trying to catch up with the movie.
"Good God, how long is this thing?" said Steven. "I don't even know what's going on, do you?"
"Not a clue," said Tricia. Both of them were very drunk. Just then, a man and woman on screen began passionately kissing.
"Oh. Ok, here we go," said Steven. "I'll give you ten to one odds we're about to see the gratuitous sex scene." The man and woman on screen quickly began tearing each other's clothes off. "You see? There it is. Called it." The man and woman were both speaking in hushed voices. The subtitles flashed across the bottom of the screen, but Tricia and Steven were both having trouble reading them; only retaining the occasional phrase.
Tricia watched attentively as the lovers on the screen mauled at each other's bodies with their hands. The woman's top was stripped off, exposing her smallish tits. Her nipples were hard. It was clear that the man was the dominant one in the relationship as he made the woman shiver in anticipation with his touch. He pulled her face close to his and said something in French.
"Holy shit," said Tricia as she read the subtitles.
"What?" said Steven. He hadn't seen the words correctly.
