2019-07-23 - Hauntings and Kiddie Pools

He'd been out on the road for a few days and had just gotten home the other night. Tonight, Jaime is crashed out on the couch flipping through channels. Click. Click. Click. He doesn't pause on any of them for very long, just moving from one to the next. The remains of a microwave dinner sit on the arm of the sofa next to him, and a glass of iced tea that is mostly melting ice at this point.

Joey finally comes down in plodding steps, barefoot. Someone slept like 15 hours. "Shit, you're home. I thought you weren't around til afternoon." He pauses and looks outside. Oh. It is. He wades into the ktchen and finds milk and pizza. He heats up neither. The pizza slice is pulled out and held in his teeth while he pours the milk and puts it back going to join his twin in the living room. "Glad you're back. Shit's been weird. How was the drive in?"

"Yeah, like, a day and a half ago afternoon," Jaime says as he glances from the TV over toward Joey when he comes tromping in. "Drive was fine," he says, grabbing his glass of iced tea and crunching on one of the icecubes. "Got another one to do in a few more days. Not as long, though. Just an overnighter up to Vancouver and back. What's been going on?"

Joey shrugs, "Rich people dyin. No one left us anything tho. Paper's loving it though. That aside I got to catch up with Byron the other night." Shaking his head he takes a huge bite of that pizza hungry as hell. "Had a job pay alright if you wanna go catch John Wick today or tomorrow?"

"Well, if it's just rich people dying, then we're pretty safe," Jaime can't help but smirk at that bit of news. Rolling in the dough, they are not. "Yeah? How's he? What'd he want?" Because he doubts that Byron reached out without needing something. "Yeah, sure. I'll go. There's another one already?"

Joey assures, "He needed something. Work related but it was good to catch up and shit didn't get dumb so that's good." Also explains where the cash came from because hell might take a day off if boxers paid their dues on time. "He's doin alright I guess. I try not to get involved with his drama but one of them folks that died was at his place. Pretty certain he is less than thrilled about cops all up in his shit, but, ya know, you have 127 roommates you're gonna get drama." He pauses and nods finally. "Third. Came out this last week. I thought I'd wat for you and see if youw anted to catchit."

Jaime listens as Joey lays out what's been going on with Byron, and chuckles a bit at the apartment building attracting drama. "Yeah, figure it would." He doesn't seem all that concerned about rich folks dying there, though. Jaime's concerns lie more within the realm of self-interest, and that doesn't benefit him in any way. "Alright, we'll go check it out, then. How's the gym going? I should stop by."

Joey still has the stance that people die because life's shit or they make bad life choices and unless he's profiting or somehow gives a shit he's not too invested. The talk of the gym gets a pause to assess and says finally, "Mostly the same. Been goin through some of Unc's old stuff. Trying to clean up the back a bit. Some weird shit stored back there. There's enough parts to build a whole second gym but some cool stuff that's been there since the place was built. Tryin to see what's junk and what's not. Got a cot in teh back cause one of my guys had it out with his ol lady so I'm tradin him night clean up for the space."

"Yeah, anything interesting?" Jaime says when Joey mentions all the weird shit that was tored back there. "That's kind of cool," he says as Joey explains. "Anything worth anything? Anything you can use? Or sell off to make some room?" He smirks and says, "So you've got somebody crashin' in the closet now? Guess that'll help out with the cleanup anyway. See if he can get out that weird smell."

Joey snorts with a wry grin mid way to drinking his glass of milk, "Bro, I think he /is/ the weird smell but I ain't gonna chase him around with a garden hose." Shaking his head he considers sharing details taht are matter of fact but he's excited about them even if he's not teh most expressive guy, "Found some posters that were never pulled up from like 1968. Prolly some earlier and later but I'd hae to look em up. I"m thinkin of seein if we know anyone who can put em in a frame, make em look nice. Label em for year and stuff. Hang em up. Though some of the other things if we don't need it all maybe do like an auction or somethin. Sell it on Craigslist. Hell it might be useable." With a snort he says with amusement, "I dunno why but there's an inflatable kiddy pool down there all folded up. We should fill it full of ice and do a block party."

"Though that might make for good entertainment right there," Jaime says with a flash of a grind when Joey talks about chasing the guy around with a garden hose. He nods to the rest of it, not seeming to have too much opinion on the plan for the other stuff. Though when the kidde pool gets mentioned, he says, "Don't we have one of those stowed under the porch?" He doesn't look entirely certain of that, however.

Joey chuckles and shakes his head, the grin histting his eyes, "Gooood that'd be fuckin funny. He'll try t'beat my ass for it too. Maybe it means he'll actually stop guarding and get the fuck in there. I like this plan." Coach approves the plan. So mote it be. He considers and lifts both hands up, "This one blows up. Also then it's for there. Shiiiit should just fill it up in teh parking lot and go sit in it post fights. Bet that's what they had it there for. Cheap ass ice bath. Not a bad plan."

"Or for like .. jello wrestling or something," Jaime supplies, because there are all manner of uses for kiddie pools if one is creative enough. He takes another swig of his now mostly water iced tea and then drags himself up off the couch to wander into the kitchen. There, he drops off the container for the food int he trash and grabs some more tea from the fridge before drifting back.

Joey grins wryly, "Could think of a couple people I wouldn't mind to jello wrestle. What are these ideas? Are we 14?" He squints to Jaime, "When'd we grow up?" He bites into the crust working on mauling the damn pizza. "So the other things we found, yeah? Just some persoal things left behind. My luck it's haunted but myabe if I throw it out the funny smell will go away around the shower. My guess is the drain lines are fucked at street level. Still, some cool shit and I like your idea."

"What? I'm just saying, it could have been used for that purpose. I'm not sayin' I want to Jello wrestle in a kiddie pool. I mean, the fact I'm too big to fit in a kiddie pool at this point not figuring into it," Jaime points out. "Well if it's haunted, then we can always ask mom to go down and tell'm to fuck off and to take the funky smell with'm. She'd hit'm with something until they did." He grins crookedly.

Joey snorts and looks to Jaimewaving the hand with his glass in it. "I dont' wanna wrastle you. You'd win you squirly mother fucker." He goes to take a drink when Jaime mentions mom and it's by force of will he doens't laugh with milk coming out of his nose, but only just. He sits perfectly still and finally swallows eyeing his twin, "Almost got me. Ya know Maangry could have been described as haunting, but ya know, she can keep those people honest. Be kinda worth it. Think we cna ask her to do that and host ghost boxing? I seen her with a spoon."