Drabble: Room Mate 3

Yes, the spirit of The Jacket, BSNS and LFS hovers over me! *hover hover hover* But drabbles are just so fun and short. Hardly any thinking required. ha hahahahaaha! Normally write them in between lessons.

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I stretched and took my legs off the table as Evin put his bags of fastfood on the table. "Have you eaten lunch?" Evin asked, opening the paper bags to release the heavenly aroma of french fries. Ooohhh... fat, cholestrol and oil... my major food groups.... I leaned over to grab a couple of fries.

"No, not yet," I replied. "I'm going to head down to work at that theme eatery today. So going to grab some left overs there."

Evin raised an eyebrow, "Oh my, how on earth did you get hired there? What are you going to be dressed as? A pole?"

I snorted and whacked Evin with a pillow, "Harumph! I have no idea really. When I went in to apply, they were having cheer leader's week, and all the bosomy waitresses and short skirts. But there's other roles as well, like the team mascot, water cooler boy. I'm sure I can fit in one of those roles."

Evin shook his head, "This is going to make an interesting and excellent addition to your CV."

I whacked him with the pillow again, "Hey, they pay much higher than the average waitressing job alright. What are you going to do if you can't have a fellow room mate to help share the rent huh? Though it doesn't really seem that Numair needs the money anyway, he throws it around like nobody's business."

Evin was in the midst of biting into a burger when he stopped and stared at me. "Throwing his money around? He's been using the gold plated toilet paper again I see?"

I rolled my eyes, "No..."

"Diamond studded cutlery?" Evin offered.

"Stop it! I'm being serious," I huffed. "He doesn't do that. But I guess he's more extravagent than us normal students. He hates to keep left overs, but always buys so much food! He buys more than he needs and just dumps it on me or throws it away. The other day he wanted a new bedsheet, but it came with a comforter, so he was about to toss the comforter out when I saw him and he gave it to me."

"When.... did you see him throw away good food?" Evin asked, with this strange look in his eye.

"Well, most of the times he doesn't... as he just gives it to me after the first few times when I asked. I did see him throw away a whole box of untouched pasta in the dustbin when I refused. And the other day, he ordered me to keep the heater on at all times even when he wasn't around as he hated it when it gets cold. He was so shocked to see me all bundled up with the heater switched off, " I rolled my eyes, "I pointed out that I was trying to help everyone keep the heater bill on, especially with this cavern of an apartment. It's normal practice in every place I stay in."

Evin chewed thoughtfully, "Well.... it is true that he hates the cold... which is why his room heater is switched on twenty-four seven during winter..."

"Yeah, though it's nice of him to say that he always bears the cost of the heating bills due to his idiosyncracy," I added.

Evin raised his eyebrows.

"What?" I asked, and elbowed him.

"That is very nice," he echoed. "I shall remind him of this when it comes to paying the rent at the end of the month. Though it's strange that you see him having meals so much during this time, he normally closets up in the library."

"He does," I said. "But ever since he knew I don't like wasting food, he's been bringing his excess back home to me. Like I'm his pet dog I guess!"

I heard the door open and saw Numair walk in with a paper bag. "See," I hissed, elbowing Evin.

"Evin, Dane," Numair greeted, and tossed into my lap the paper bag.

I opened the bag to see a turkey croissant sandwitch, and a bagel with a container of cream cheese. Evin peered over my shoulder, "Hey, where's my share? Hmm?" He looked at Numair with an arched brow, "You're free to share your bounty with me! What happened to the one and a half years of staying together? Hmm hmm?"

Numair grabbed a cushion and threw it at Evin. "It's precisely that I know you for so long that I don't want to spoil you for your own good. You've been getting pundgy lately."

"Hey!" Evin protested. "Not everyone can have six pecs like you."

'Six pecs?' I thought with interest, 'Ooohhh... I wanna see... for pure academic and curious interest only, of course!'

"You can take one of them," I offered to Evin.

"Nah,' Evin said. "Not since Numair wants to give it to you. Besides, you haven't had lunch yet and I scarcely think you're going to get much stuff to pick off at the restaurant."

"Of course I will," I promptly replied. "Like if the cook makes a mistake, they normally just give it to the staff you know! And they have a policy of not letting the cooked food be left for one hour. They'll cook a new batch."

To my surprise, Numair flopped on the couch next to me and casually asked, "You're working at a restaurant?"

"Yeah," Evin responded. "And the book store and the grocers."

"No I'm not," I protested and Evin stared at me. "Not at the grocers any more since it's quite inconvenient to get there now that I live in such an upmarket area." I turned to Numair, "But no worries, this restaurant job is paying rather well." I could sense Evin was about to make a smart alec remark and I elbowed him hard. It would be dangerous if Numair ever saw me at the themed restaurant.