ABC assignment

“Abraham, please,” She sounded exhausted towards the man from the kitchen. “Beer doesn’t go with every meal. Can you please not just leave cans across the floor? Darn things almost made me fall over. Everyone is expecting this house to be clean for the party.”

“Fuck that.” Grabbing another beer from the pack, he cracked it open, beer belly taking most of the foam, it staining stains already ingrained in the cloth.

“Hello, we have to impress them, otherwise how are we supposed to be taken seriously by the new neighbors?” Ingrid asks, throwing an empty can at her husband.

“Just because they’re new doesn’t mean we have to impress them.”

“Keep saying that and we’ll be known as the as the-“

“Lazy llamas of Louisiana. Man, Ingrid, I know what they say, I just don’t care.”

“No you don’t and that’s the problem.” Open can noises are like nails to chalk board for her. “Please tell me that’s not another one?” Quickly she walked back to the living room. “Really?”

“Sure why not? That last beer didn’t hit the spot, this one should.”

“Unbelievable,” she said, walking out the kitchen and heads to the closet. Victory over this argument seemed to be slipping from her fingers.

“Where did these new neighbors come from anyway?”

“Xenia, IL,” said Ingrid pulling out a striped dress.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me? Zebra stripes aren’t for you.”