“More than likely.”
“The extra bedroom?”
“I got an extra bedroom?”
“Jeeezuz,” Niko grumbled.
“What are you tackling next?” Rance asked.
“I’m thinking about going to the bar.”
“Come on! I gotta get this place in order. No female would want to even sit in here.”
“No, no that’s not true. The living room is sit-able.”
“Fine. Just go,” Rance said, as he propped the broom against the small two seater bar that separated the kitchen from the living room.
“I’m not going,” Niko grouched. “Can’t let that little boy sit in any of this nastiness if it’s him and his momma that gets your place.”
“It’s not nasty!”
“It’s dirty, you don’t clean regularly.”
“I don’t need to. I have one or two of the girls come in and clean for me while I’m out.”
“In what universe?” Niko asked.
“This one! They just haven’t been here lately.”
“Lately as in this year?”
“Fine. You don’t clean either.”
“I clean my room at Jack’s religiously.”
“You don’t want to be kicked out.”
“That is true. But I also clean the bar and I insist on levels of clean that make people think I’m a little obsessive.”
“You are a little obsessive.”
“About cleaning, though?” Niko asked.
“It’s looking that way.”
“Meh,” Niko said, as he walked past Rance and into the kitchen. He dug around under the kitchen sink and found two large containers of disinfectant wipes. “I thought you said we were out of wipes!” he asked, lifting them into the air.
“I thought we were,” Rance said.
“Here, go take these and clean the bathroom.”
“The bathroom isn’t bad,” Rance insisted.
“You okay with Gwen seeing it? Her little baby boys sitting on your toilet?”
Rance stood there scowling at Niko, then grabbed a container of wipes and started off toward the bathroom.
“Hang on, here’s some bleach spray, too! Look at you having all the cleaning supplies,” Niko said.
