Thursday 7:34pm the 12th

It was pretty dark out side thanks to daylight savings time making the whole nation turn back their clocks an hour. The streets were some what quite after the baseball game that had just finished with our home team losing miserably to some southern hicks down south. Most people including young teens rioted the streets every damn baseball game after we the home town had made a victory. But, morale was low this time because we had been in a losing streak for ever it seems now. This had become our sixth loss. I could hear cars just passing by on the roads. No profanity no drunkin fools and no police. What a fucking bore. I myself stayed inside the house because our baseball team sucked so much I really didn't want to show up because if I wanted to see a team that sucked much ass, I could do it at home. And that's what I did. I just sat there. Watching the after math of the game on the news channel talking concernly about every god damn story they reported on. I was so fucking bored. An idea popped in my head to just get my bored ass off the couch and go outside and light a fire in the streets near the baseball stadium. No one else was so why the hell not. Seemed like a very good idea. Just as I was about to get my ass up and grab a near by lighter on a corner table, my apartment door opened and slammed against the wall. I stood up to go see what was going on. I turned the corner and there was my brother with his most recent one night stand.

"Hey! Rachael, what's going on tonight, huh?" Surprisingly his speech wasn't slurred. He walked around Rachael and into the living room confusedly. "Where's a... where's T-Tony, Tommy, Tim?"

"It's Drako." Rachael said crossing her arms. "My boyfriends name is Drako. And he is not here cuz he had to do overnight catering down in Mocentre." She then looked over at her brother's one night stand girl and noticed she looked like she had just finished drinking two packs of red bull.

"Mocentre? Damn that's like fifty miles away." He talked like he was really concerned for his sister, and he was. "Wasn't today uh, special for you guys or something?" he looked down at his date that he had his arm wrapped around his shoulder. The girl was cracking her neck, bending, twisting like she was about to do a double back flip.

"Yeah." She sounded depressed. "It was. It was our three month anniversary. But ya know…" she slowly rubbed her arm and looked away. "You gotta get paid. That's all he's trying to do."

"Me and my date just came here for a pit stop, but do you want me to stay with you instead, Rachael?" he took his arm off his date and put his hand in his pocket.

"NO. No. Of course not. I don't need a pity party from my brother especially when you have plans with your date…uhm…" she looked at him then he looked at his date. His date started to smile like what the hell you better know my name. He stared at his dates mouth trying to remember her name as she slowly sounded it out for him.

"Je-Jenn…"

"Jenny!" he shouted out towards his sister. "My dates name is Jenny." He looked relieved that he got away with not knowing his one night stand dates name as he wrapped his arm around his dates shoulder again. His date looked up at him with a bratty attitude.

"My name is Jennifer, NOT JENNY." Jennifer huffed as she finished her sentence. Rachael looked like she was about to bust a gut, almost burst out laughing at her brother's total disrespect for his date. Rachael cleared he throat and looked towards her brother for an explanation of playing the wrong name game. He looked towards his sister. She crossed her arms.

"Well. You see." He turned towards Jennifer. "Baby. I didn't want to…offend you with using your full name…because I understand that most beautiful and curvatious women in the world don't like that. So I was just doing my best as a gentleman to make sure you are not disrespected like that…and I came up with the name Jenny cuz it's a cute and sexy." He put both hands on Jenny's hips and smirked. "Just like you." Rachael leaned on a door frame and rolled her eyes at what her brother just spuied out of his mouth. His date then giggled at all the compliments that were just hurled at her in almost one breath.

"Well. Like I was saying, you and your date, Jenny, have plans to do and I don't want to ruin them." He shook his head understanding that his sister didn't want to impose on him getting lucky. He fully turned toward his sister.

"If you need anything here, just let me know, okay? Even if it means calling me while me and my date, Josie.."

"Jennifer"

"Jennifer, are finishing up our date. You just let me know. Okay sis." He held his sisters hand through his dramatic speech. Rachael lowered her brow as she looked over at her brother's date.

"Rachael?" he asked looking over at his date then. What they both say was a little disturbing. His date, Jenny, also know as Jennifer, took out a wooden spoon from the kitchen drawer, stuck it down the front of her pants and began to scratch herself with it. Both their faces grew with shock. He turned back to his sister trying not to look over at his wood lovin date.

"What is she scratching for?" is voice was frantic. His sister kept her eyes on his date reluctantly.

"I think she's got crabs." Rachael's brother looked back over becoming overwhelmed with shock and disgust.

"Are you sure?" His voice sounded like a whisper. His date was moving with the groove she had made with the wooden spoon. He bit his fist as he watched his lucky night scratch him goodbye.

"I think you should let her down gently. But maybe she likes it rough." Rachael winced at the sight of her newly bought wooden spoon being used for a very inappropriate purpose.

"Oh god! Isn't she getting splinters by now! He was also wincing at the sight of his crab infested late night date.

"Just get her out of here! Say its just you and not her!" Rachael started gagging as the wooden spoon was being moved around Jenny's whole body. He looked back at his gagging sister.

"Like hell I will! Its going to be defiantly her!" He turned his attention back to his soon to be ex date. She had finished her happy utensil adventure and put the contaminated spoon back in the drawer. Both Rachael and her brother gasped then yelled in disgust as they rushed to the wooden spoon to permanently re move it from their house.