Chapter 3

Fang stumbled into his apartment barely remembering to take the key out of the lock as he slammed the door behind him.

Burping, he stumbled his way over to the light switch, intending to pass out on the couch like last night. And if he was up for it, he could go to work tomorrow…probably not.

Flicking the light on, he swore when he saw his older brother already seated on the couch. He didn't look too happy. But then again, he never did.

Coughing from his profanity, Fang greeted the glaring man in a drunken stupor. "Hey, Igster."

"Fang, you were supposed to be at work today. You told me you would go." Iggy said in a level tone. He stood up, and slowly started to pace.

"Hey," Fang started. "I got a little caught up with some friends, but-"

"No buts! Fang, for the last time, QUIT IT! IT had to pull so many strings to get you a place at the garage, but still, you get wasted every night. Frig Fang, this is your last chance at something good. Smarten up or you will loose the job and get no help from me."

"Shut up! It's not my fault that the boss is a pushover. It's a wonder that I haven't been fired yet! Yes, it's a great job, but I don't know if I wanna waste my life on fixing cars. I can't just decide on something that's forever!"

"Maybe you should pick out your jobs from now on Fang. Be all high and mighty. But maybe if you did something with your life besides drinking it away, you would understand that THIS is your last chance."

They were both breathing heavy, glaring at each other. Fang broke. He hated Iggy at the moment.

"Get out." Iggy shook his head at his younger brother. What a screw up, he thought as he passed Fang.

Fang stood there until he heard Iggy's hunk of junk sputter away. Just by the sound, Fang could tell it needed a new transmission.

Fang rubbed his eyes, groaning at the late night fiasco. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed an asprin off the counter.

Iggy is right, Fang thought as he took the pill dry. I have wasted my life, but…But what? He enjoyed getting hammered, he enjoyed the taste of whiskey and beer. He enjoyed the fact that he had no responsibility. But the clock was ticking.

He did want to have something he could call his own before he died. And not something material, it would be more along the lines of a family. Fang snorted. He could barely take care of himself, never mind a whole family. But still, something about the thought brought a grin on his face.

But thinking about what Iggy said stile the grin from him. He would have to go to work tomorrow if he wanted to hold down the job. Then, he thought, he could have the entire night to himself.

He stretched out on his ratty couch. He thought about all the fun he would be having at this time tomorrow.

Alright, this is the last chapter before I go away for the weekend. I'll keep writing while I'm gone and post something on Monday. Thanks for the reviews, I do a dance in the computer chair every time I see them. R&R?

Love Ella