Chapter 3- robbed
Kara and Rob begin to stumble up the stairs to her apartment both completely drunk
“That cabbie was a dick! Did you get his number?” Kara asks waving her arm in her brothers direction
“Why would I get his number?” Rob responds with a puzzled expression
“His serial number so we can report him” She says suddenly trying to look serious
“To who?” he laughs
“The authorities” her eyes look dead like she’s about to pass out
They stop walking and she hovers over the next step her face staring intently at it.
“For what?” he laughs more, taking her bag off her shoulder
“Judging us” she says
Rob remains bewildered by his sisters rambling “He hardly spoke”
Kara turns her head and looks right at him
“That’s the point dear Roberto when a person doesn’t speak they are mostly judging you”
“I don‘t think we can report him for that” he smiles
“Then lets report him for his moustache” she laughs holding her hand over her lip and collapsing on the stairs.
Rob laughs too realising that his sister is talking utter shit and that as drunk as he feels right now he’s certain that she is worse.
He puts out his hand to help her up
“Thanks for this”
Rob smiles at his big sister
“Its cool” she laughs “Rhi would have been a wank to live with”
“Ueah did you hear her?” Rob impersonates his younger sisters voice “‘I’m not taking him, I already have one kid to look after’ shut up you uptight bitch like I‘d want to live with you anyway!”
Kara gets her balance back and chimes in
“ I know! ‘I am a mum and nobody works as hard as me and blah’ Fuck you Rhi”
She says raising her middle finger in the air as though her sister was there. She rummages through her multicoloured spotty bag trying to find her keys and pulls out a tampon, throwing it at her brother
“Hi I’m Rhi” she laughs
Rob laughs harder as it falls he bends forward holding the step in front
“What the fuck could that even mean?” he says trying to pull himself up
“I don‘t know, I‘m drunk but she’s a shit…. bitch…being around her is like having your period… or she’s a tampon that soaks up the fun…or she makes me want to stop menstruating so I can never fall pregnant and have a child like her…and mostly I‘m drunk and don’t have a good metaphor”
She pauses
Rob grins widely as they continue to stumble “that’s the worst”
She looks at him sternly “Oh I don‘t hate her, she is just a self righteous bitch”
“Like a tampon?” he asks still giggling like a child
“Yeah or….something” she says pushing her hair out of her face
“Where the fuck are my keys?” she yells, looking through her bag she was too distracted to see what Rob saw.
“Hello” Rob says with a kind voice
Kara is confused.
She looks up to see Amanda sitting on the floor cross-legged in front of her bright green door, she immediately notices her tear stained face and her stomach starts to sink
She tries her best to look happy to see her
“Mandy” She pauses “Hi”
Amanda quickly stands up “I‘m sorry I didn‘t mean to…I…you…you’re here with” its clear by the way she‘s stumbling over her words that she’s nervous “I shouldn‘t have come here”
Kara smiles and moves closer and grabs her shoulder “This is my little brother, Rob”
Rob laughs and puts out his hand to shake hers “little” he smiles
Amanda shakes his hand and forces a smile
“Do you want to go for a walk?” Kara asks her
Amanda looks as though she’s about to respond but Rob interrupts
“I can go for a walk and you guys can stay here if you want?”
Kara smiles suddenly feeling like the confident more sober of the two
“You couldn’t even make it up the stairs” she pauses and throws her bag at him,
he doesn't catch it
“We‘ll go. My keys are in there” she says waving him off
Kara was fairly certain she knew what this was about.
It was obvious that last night was Amanda’s first time with a woman and lets face it Kara was drunk and the idea of de-hetrosexualising a young lady was hot
...but now Amanda will be “so confused” because Kara didn't answer her 9 phone calls today and wants to know what she did wrong and tell her how special it was for her.
It wasn’t a talk she wanted to have at home.
She wanted to talk about it somewhere else, somewhere where she could leave when they were done.
Kara liked Amanda and in a way wanted to see her again but there’s no way this could be a casual thing and she wasn’t ready for anything more.
She put her arm on Amanda’s shoulder leading her toward the stairs and winked at her brother “Get some sleep amigo”
It was clear to Rob that she was still completely trashed and it was her bad throw that made him miss the catch but his sister was stubborn so he let her go.
He retrieved the bag off the floor and found the key almost immediately, it was hanging off a shoelace keychain. He smiled at how her that was, when they were younger she was always the creative one, making things out of whatever she could find. He holds it up at her grinning and waving at her.
She waves back and the girls start to walk down the stairs
“So what’s up?” Kara asks with what she hopes is a reassuring smile but hopefully doesn’t lead the woman that she’d spent the previous night with to believe its anything more.
God I feel sexy when I’m drunk
Amanda stops walking and gives her the most serious look
“You didn’t answer your phone”
Kara is still trying to appear more clear-headed than she is
“Yeah sorry it was a big day. Dad kicked Rob out and now he’s going to be staying with me for a while and Rhi was being a total uppity bitch all day I-”
Amanda cuts her off “My Dad was in a car crash”
Every ounce of bedroom smugness in Kara disappears as her face turns serious and her eyes fill with concern
“Is he ok?”
I cant believe I thought this was about sex
“He’s dead” her hands cover her face as she cries uncontrollably
Kara is speechless for what seems like an incredibly long time
“How?” She asks,putting her arms around her
What’s the edict when the dad of the girl you just slept with and were about to dump dies?
Rob looks around his sisters house.
Everything is so kitsch , there is a giant crab clock on the wall with claws for the hands, mannequins scattered throughout the house and paintings all over the timber floor.
Kara was renting so he had no idea how her landlord let her get away with it. She’d been there 5 years, there would have had to have been inspections
The spare room that he’s meant to be staying in is full of musical equipment.
He picks up a Tamborine and shakes it then throws it on the bed; thinking about what it would be like to stay with Rhi is her white carpeted apartment where nobody could eat in any room other than the kitchen and everyone had to use coasters.
He wonders where Kara hides her porn and if he has time for a wank before they get back.
He lays down, closes his eyes and starts to think about Stevie as he undoes the button on his jeans but then suddenly he has a flash of Mandy…can he do that?
Am I allowed to jack off over my sisters fuck buddy?
Just then the phone rings.
It must be a sign.
He makes himself get up and answer it “Hello Kara’s phone, this is Rob”
“Rob its Dylan”
“Oh hi” he looks at the phone then drunkenly laughs to himself
“Hello?" his brother continues "Is Kara there?”
“Nah she‘s with Mandy” Rob knew that he didn’t have to say that but he suspected that Dylan didn’t know who Mandy was and he kind of enjoyed the thought of getting between the two of them.
It pissed Rob off that they had this little click that he wasn’t a part of so he relished any opportunity to exaggerate his own closeness to his sister.
Dylan didn‘t seem to bite “Well I was just going to ask if I could drop the car off in the morning and if she‘d mind then taking me to uni on her way to work since its on the way”
Rob sniggered “Well she left the car there because we were going to get drunk and now we are both drunk and will probably get more drunk when she gets back so I doubt she will be able to drive”
Rob could practically hear Dylans eyes rolling over the phone
“I‘ll try her mobile”
He smiled and his tone turned patronising “Well wouldn’t you know Dylan. That’s the thing, I have her bag, she left it here so she hasn‘t got her phone”
“Why are you talking to me like that?” Dylan laughed “Dude she‘s working tomorrow so I doubt she‘ll be too drunk to drive. I don‘t know why you‘re acting like a twat but can you just tell her I called?”
“I‘ll leave a note” he responds abruptly
“Fine dude. That's fine”
