A short snippet this week on WIP It Up Wednesdaay #wipitup

A shortie this week - everyone's probably going crazy with getting stuff done.

Darien's just been rescued by his brother.



"Fuck, you stink." Brian slapped one hand over his mouth and nose as he pressed the gas pedal."Just drive." Darien reached for the window switch and pressed down."There's blood on your hand. You kill somebody?"Darien lifted his hand to catch the glow of the passing streetlights. A smear of red spread from his palm to the back of his hand. His stomach flipped. Fuck off, stomach. There's nothing left in you. "No, I didn't kill anybody and thank you for thinking your little brother could do something like that.""Well you're the one who got expelled from school for beating the shit out Mark Lebrun for calling me a fag.""You are a fag. But he didn't need to be a dick.""Brotherly love. Ain't it wonderful?" His brother looked out the window. "Oh shit. Road block. Crawl in the backseat and look passed out."Darien climbed over the mid console and collapsed across the back seat. Faking being dead drunk wasn't going to be a problem now that he was convinced he'd live through the rest of the night. He felt the Hummer stop and heard the swish of the window as it opened. His brother chuckled. "Just my brother. It's his stag party tonight. Gotta get the groom home and sober for tomorrow. Thanks, officer." Darien counted to fifty to ensure they were far enough away from the road block. He then forced his eyes open and crawled into the front seat. "Good thinking under pressure. Why couldn't you come up with something that good when Mom caught us smoking up?""Years of practice since then. Settle back. We'll be home in about twenty minutes."Resting his head back against the leather seat, a chuckle bubbled up and escaped Darien's lips. "So how was your day? Wanna here about mine?"