#vincent part owns the crypt ones technically
and it’s usually quite loud
another sinclair brothers slice of life. i just love making them fight over petty shit.bold is sign as always.
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“Look, I said I will tape it for you the next time it is on TV!”
“That isn’t the point though!”
“I know your point and you’re being stupid.”
“I’m being stupid? Turns out you can’t fuckin’ read apparently!”
They’d been going on like this since before dinner was ready and had paused it only once to bicker about Bo’s brisket carving technique, before continuing their main argument over the dinner table.
Since then, the table hasn’t been quiet; the constant rattling of cutlery as it is dropped and picked up again with Vincent’s yelling. Even Bo, who wasn’t one to be parted from a meal, would throw his fork down if he was particularly irate, signing messily but none the less furiously at Vincent, just to drive his point home.
Vincent slammed his own fork down in anger and quickly replied, “I can read, and there wasn’t one thing on that tape that said not to tape over it!”
“Itold you last week not to use that tape!”
“You have a million more tapes, it’s not like you have nothing to watch now!”
“That is not the point,” Bo repeats, “I liked that episode and I told you not to use my shit without asking!”
“Fuck you, you use my things all the time!”
“Like what?”
“My boots are still at the back door because you wore them last week and have not cleaned them!”
“That was for a practical purpose! And,” Bo jabs his fork in Vincent’s direction, “I will clean them. You can’t get my tape back.”
“I can’t believe you’re so hung up about this. Why are you so attached to that episode?”
“Episode of what?” Lester asks. He’s had no idea what this argument was even about seeing as it started before he even arrived at the house. Knowing Bo, there were two options: Star Trek or Knight Rider.
Bo answers Vincent’s question defensively, “I am not ‘attached’! What, is it a crime to enjoy a TV show now?” At the same time, Vincent replies “Star Trek,” to Lester.
Lester nods, though no one is really taking much notice of his opinion on this whole thing.
Bo goes back to his dinner, but keeps talking, “It’s the principle of the thing, Vince.”
“Whatever. I’ll tape it again for you.”
Bo grunts. Vincent grunts back.
Lester sits there in silence, glad that they seem to have come to an agreement, although he doesn’t quite understand what has just happened. He loves his brothers, he does, but their arguments can go around in circles for hours sometimes with no apparent end other than the moment they both get bored of arguing. Lester’s just glad they finally seem content to leave this one be. For now.
“They’re giving me more hours at work,” Lester says, throwing the fact into the room and awaiting a reaction.
“More?” Bo asks, “You’re already out there breakin’ your damn back every day.”
“I - We need the money.”
“We don’t need nothin’ we can’t get elsewhere. You need help wi’ money, you come to us, alright. We’ll figure it out.”
“It’s just a couple extra hours, Bo. Aint no harm.”
Bo raises a brow as he chews thoughtfully on his brisket.
The rest of the night passes uneventfully. The twins give up their arguing for the night and there’s a steady supply of beers in the fridge.
When it gets late enough and Lester has had his fill of eating the twins’ food, he makes to leave. Bo waves him goodbye from the couch with one hand, taking a swig from his bottle of beer, eyes still trained on the TV.
Vincent walks him to the door. He never normally does that.
“See you 'round, Vince,” Lester says, already opening the door.
Vincent takes a swig from his own beer bottle before putting it down on the side table to speak, glancing behind him to make sure Bo is still watching TV. “While you are out tomorrow, will you get a TV magazine for me? So I can find when that stupid episode is next on.”
Lester scoffs softly, keeping his voice down, “You really gonna coddle him like that?”
“Shut up,” Vincent smirks. “He’ll be on my ass about it if I don’t. ”
Lester shrugs, “Sure thing.” He pats Vincent heartily on the shoulder.
“You either in or you out,” Bo calls, “You’re letting all the heat out.”
“See you, Bo,” Lester calls back, finally setting out into the cold night and heading down the path to his truck.
