A week later Bro got a call from an unknown number. He was lounging around playing his video games when his cellphone rang.
"Hello?" Bro asked.
"You the owner of Plush Rump?"
"Yeah." His voice kept it's cool tone, but as soon as the question was posed his heart leapt up, suddenly hyper aware and trying to listen to every word the man had to offer.
"So, you interested? I can help you."
Bro shifted the phone from one ear to the other. "I know, I -"
"Where do you live?"
"What?"
"I'm not talking about specifics, at least not yet. Just what country - state, province, whatever you're in. I want to talk business. Person to person. So what is your answer."
Pushy chucklefuck, Bro thought, not liking the way this guy was already. He didn't want this opportunity to go to waste by being rude, but he didn't want to talk to this man any longer. The answer was short and sweet. "Yes I'm interested and I live in Houston, Texas."
The line was quiet for a moment. Bro wondered if he had said something wrong, but the man on the other side spoke up. "That's actually pretty close. You fine if we meet in three days? On Saturday."
Meaning fitting to your schedule, and if I don't oblige then byebye deal. "Yeah sure, that'd be great."
"What's the address." Bro hated how this man's tone was demanding. But he complied. "Perfect. See you soon."
And the line clicked.
Bro remembered one simple question as he listened to the beeping of the phone. What time is the damn thing scheduled at?
"Shit," Bro said, looking around at the copies of Game Bro and swords lying around. He thought he better start cleaning.
