C is for Collins
…and Captain Crunch
"Morning bitches!" Collins called as he waltzed into the empty loft, carrying a paper bag in his hands.
Well it wasn't completely empty. There was a couch, a table, a refrigerator, a Roger holding a fender guitar, and a Mark holding a camera.
Roger smiled, "Collins where the hell've you been, man?"
"Getting breakfast for you lazy asses! We need to celebrate our first morning in the loft in style." He said, setting the bag down on the table.
"Close on Collins who's brought home a mysterious bag!" Mark said to his camera, joining the two at the table.
Collins laughed, "I thought you made movies, not documentaries!"
"This isn't for a documentary…purely for home video purposes." The filmmaker protested, lowering the camera, "When you're old and gray and your memory's all shot you'll want something to remember this by!"
"Yeah, yeah…" Roger pushed Mark in the shoulder, with a childish grin.
Mark scowled.
The rocker laughed and turned back to the table, "Hey, hey…let's see what's in the bag! If it's alcohol I might have to love you forever, Col."
"Hah, the last thing you need is alcohol!" Collins said, taking out a box of cereal, a gallon of milk, and three bowls.
"Captain Crunch!" Roger folded his arms across his chest, "This is celebrating in style?"
"Hey, man, don't fuck with the Captain!"
Mark shook the box a little with his free hand, "Man, I haven't eaten this stuff since I was like ten years old."
Collins grinned, "And now you're going to eat a whole box!"
"What?"
"Well…you… we…We're going to eat the whole box." Collins corrected, pouring the cereal out into the bowls.
Roger made a face, "Why?"
"Because if we just ate a bowl each then it wouldn't mean a damn thing. It'd be like any morning."
"And that would be a problem because…?" Roger sat the fender down and approached a bowl slowly.
"Roger, shut up! You're no fun!" The filmmaker said as he picked up a bowl.
A captain crunch piece hit him in the face.
Then another and another before he could react, smacking against his glasses and falling to the floor.
"Who? What?" He wasn't even sure why he asked though, because he automatically turned to Roger who sat grinning dumbly.
"See how much fun I can be, Marky?"
"Why you…fuck!" Mark grabbed crunch pieces and threw them all so that they rained down on Roger who tried to catch them in his mouth…But failed, miserably.
Crunch. Crunch.
Two fistfuls of captain crunch came flying. One for Mark and one for Roger.
If there was one thing Collins knew it was how to aim and throw captain crunch at two unsuspecting targets simultaneously with both his hands.
"Holy shit…" Mark breathed eyes wide. "He's good."
Roger simply rolled his eyes, which was his way of admitting defeat.
"That's right. Y'don't want to mess with me, you'll get your ass burnt." Collins said as he refilled their bowls with cereal and then poured on some milk. "A'ight bitches, eat up!"
"Uh, Collins…" Mark took his bowl in hand, "No spoons."
"Hell, boy, since when did you need a spoon to eat cereal?" Collins asked, lifting his bowl, "We do, however, need a toast. Here's to our first morning in our loft!"
They clanked their bowls together.
Lifted their bowls to their mouth.
Slurped the milk that escaped over the edge of the bowl.
And chewed on the cereal that tumbled in with the milk, crunch, crunch.
Mark wiped the milk from his mouth, "Here's to being free to do what we want!"
Again, they clanked their bowls, lifted them, slurped up the milk, and crunched up the cereal.
Roger grinned, "Here's to getting drunk and getting laid every night!"
And they clanked, lifted, slurped, and crunched.
"To finding that one philosophy to believe in and fight for above all else!"
"To winning an oscar for making the best damn films that I can!"
"To being the most powerful sex God that ever walked the planet!-Ow! Mark you fucker!"
"Give us something realistic, Mr. Bad Ass."
"Fine…" Roger grumbled, with a sigh, "To starting my own kick ass rock band and touring the country to sold out crowds!"
"A-fucking-men brothers!"
Clanking, lifting, slurping, crunching.
"There's still some left, we got anything more to toast to?" Roger poured the remainder of the cereal into the three bowls and added more milk.
"Always." Collins answered with a smile, "To whatever manipulator of faith that let us all together."
Mark nodded, "To being friends for the rest of our lives!"
"However short they may be!" Roger said with a laugh.
"Hey…" Mark gave a pout, "I expect you both to live till your fifty!"
"Oh, and why fifty Mr. Filmmaker?" Collins said, with a deep smile.
"Because that's how long I plan on living!"
"All right we've spent way too long on your toast, Marky." Roger held his bowl high, "Here's to us!"
"To us."
"To us!"
Clank, lift, slurp, crunch.
Roger turned to Mark then, "Hey y'know something this isn't half bad."
"Yeah." Mark smiled, "Not bad at all."