Zeke Gets Fucked FEMA style [Working Title]

Jimm sighed in frustration and put down his paper cup of coffee and liquor.
"Look, I get it Dickbag Dirkens" he said with a snort, "you loved the girl and she left you hanging with your dick in your hand. I get it!"
Zeke looked down sadly at his cellphone, wanting more than anything to be hearing her beautiful voice coming from it. Alas, like so many times before, it didn't ring.

Zeke never moved his eyes from the bit of electronic bliss, "She's not gonna call is she?" he asked.

Jimm stroked his beard unhappily, despite his heart being painted black in lead paint, he never got any joy from Zeke's misery. "Nope...sorry Bruno." he said with a gulp of his caffinated booze.

Zeke sighed sadly, then ran his hands through his fuzzy brown hair. "Now begins the process of getting over her" he murmered.

Jimm finished off his drink and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "First thing to do, quit mentioning her name. Forget she even existed" Jimm stated flatly.

Zeke sighed again, this time quieter than before. "She was such a big part of my life for so long though man," Zeke pleaded.

Jimm got out of the chair and began taking steps away from the table, "Cmon mo, we're getting outta here."

Zeke reluctantly got up, and followed behind his despicable brother. "As long as I don't hear her name," Zeke whispered, "I should be okay."

The TV's at the electronic store the duo passed flashed with weather reports. They paid little attention until the name of the new Hurricane came blaring across the speakers: Alice.

Jimm's head snapped to the right to look at his brother's crushed spirit.