Wake up. Rub your eyes. Roll out of bed. Hit the floor. Groan. Get up. White shirt, blue jeans, and a leather jacket to keep your image going. Grumble down the hall. Wash your face. Brush your teeth. Style your devilishly good looking hair. Gloves. Shades. Soda for the road. Keys? Where are the keys... Pockets. Car-
What? Where is it?
Ah, yes, your car is getting fixed.
Skateboard.
Before you head out, your phone buzzes. It's a text from your favorite blonde beauty.
"dirk yuo better hurry the hello up or ill eat all th food"
Well shit. You'd better listen to her, or she wont leave you any cake. You get on your board and roll down the street, popping your orange crush open as you go. People sit on the side of the road, holding up signs made from cardboard boxes. Normally, you'd drop a few coins in their hats, but there wasn't any time for that now.
Today marks the second anniversary of Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff, the movie that made your big bro a famous producer. Ever since the first showing, Dave's been getting richer and richer every month. He bought himself a nice house and is almost finished adding to his sword collection. He even offered to buy you a new house, but you turned him down. You didn't want to live in his shadow. You had your own talent - making robots. Someday, you were going to get famous, too, and the money would come to you as naturally as it did for your brother. Sure, the bots have glitches and they weren't even remotely popular, but they're your pride and joy.
Well, that and the smuppets.
But we don't have to talk about that.
You make your way into the house, smiling and greeting everyone there. Your bro was never fond of classy parties. His livingroom was turned into a dancefloor, and you weren't surprised to see him working as his own dj. Making your way through the crowd of people to congratulate him, your friend takes you by the hand and pulls you into a hug.
"Hey, Roxy."
"Hi! Took you long enough!" She laughed. Her hair was done up nicely and she wore a very elegant, pink dress. It contradicted the martini in her hand and the dizziness in her eyes.
You smile at her and give a shrug. "Car's not fixed yet. Had to take Ol' Faithful." She laughs again.
"That old skateboard? The one with flames on it?" You nod, chuckling. "Whadda dork. Come on, let's dance!"
After a bit of Roxy's whining, you give in and dance with her.