Pizza Party!

Laying down you were embraced by the couch cushions. Heaving a heavy sigh you relished the completed move.

Ignoring the still packed stack of boxes in the corner.

Brie descended the stairs with a pair of pies and a liter of soda.

While the girls hungrily dug into the pizza, you took the opportunity to splay out further rapidly becoming more couch than boy.

“Roo-roo you gotta move.”

Fully assimilated into the sofa. You ignored Brie.

“Roo-roo move.”

Much comfort. Much ignore.

“Move or I sit on you.”

Brie barked.

Much bluff.

Yeaah, I’m sure she’s bluffing.

Idiot.

Eyes closed. You never saw impending doom as Brie’s butt approached.

Smothered by your mum’s bum. You flailed wildly.

See physical comedy is still funny. Also the butter really brings out the flavor of this popcorn.

“Warned ya roo”

Luckily your languishing under her lululemon leggings was short-lived.

Frantically tapping her thigh you yielded to her previous demands.

And she freed you from your face-sitting prison.

Bitterly grumbling you sat up relinquishing the cushion.

Claiming the spot Brie grabbed your shoulder.

Recoiling at the prospect of more ****.

You were pleased when she pulled your head into her lap.

Content again.

You closed your eyes and idly listened to the girls’ gossip while they devoured pizza.

Women am I right?

Sigh. Nope not even going to bother this time just keep reading.

Brie carried on about a new batch of interns starting that week. Clearly relieved to have assistance again with the boring office minutiae.

For a politician Brie sure hated sitting around doing nothing.

Boom roasted!

Okay, that one was good.

But she was not thrilled about having to train a bunch of newbies.

Bet she wished she hadn’t fed you to Eva now.

Janae tried to assuage mom’s fears by confidently touting the merits of her students. Who seemed to compose a handful of the new interns.

Hm, that reminded you, you should probably check your college email before tomorrow.

As Brie’s bitching burned out, Lilly picked up the torch. Telling the duo of her own work woes.

With Erika out on maternity leave she had no assistant for her next shoot.

Thinking back to the endless gophering you and Erika performed on the last job you helped Lilly with. You lamented your poor mom doing that all by lonesome.

But also had no intention of getting suckered back into that gig.

Stealthily rolling onto your side and pretending to sleep. You hoped to escape getting asked for assistance.

Especially without Erika to spice up the work.