"Two." he countered, tossing the ball directly at his brother's head. Tal quickly ducked it, then regained his posture before flipping off Gil. "I'm not so into incest." he shot back at his younger brother's gesture.
"Shut up." he murmered, picking up the basketball again and tossing it towards the hoop. It bounced lightly against the back board before falling through the ropes, where is nailed the cement with a soft thud.
"That was a lucky shot." Gil commented, flashing a pair of white teeth in Laura's direction to show her how proud he was to drive his younger sibling crazy.
"Shut up." Tal hissed again.
Brooke sighed, yanking her jacket tighter around her, trying to keep warm from standing outside and staring intently at the three play basketball. After a few more minutes of standing there, she turned and quietly headed towards the Ofarim house. When she reached the top of the steps, she turned to see if anyone had noticed she was gone, and when they hadn't she proceeded into the house.
The door opened on impact, and she entered a dimly lite room. Barely being able to see the furniture through the shadows, she wandered through the room till she came to a walkway which lead down a dark hall. Grinning she rushed to the third door to the right and pushed it open, flipping on the light.
The glow from the over head light lite the room immediately. Brooke smiled and flipped on the television, popping the movie, the skulls, into the vcr. Before making herself comfortable on the bed, she reached into the bottom dresser drawer and pulled out a bottle of hooch.
After about fifteen minutes into the movie, the bedroom door swung open and crystal blue eyes peered in. "I knew I'd be able to find you here...and with an alcoholic beverage too." he stated, stepping into the room and quietly closing the door as he did so.
"Oh, you know I don't mind getting drunk with you." she grinned, her eyes momentarily moving off of the television to him, "I just know you'd never try anything on me."
"Yeah." he muttered, "Is that my last bottle?"
Brooke looked up and smiled lightly, "Yes. I hope you don't mind."
"Do I ever mind?" he questioned, raising his eyebrow slightly in her direction, before taking a seat next to her on the bed. He watched carefully as she lifted the bottle to her mouth and took a quick swig. "You really need to think about kicking that habit."
"Gil." she shot, "You make it sound as if I drink every day of my life."
"I didn't mean it that way." he defended himself.
"Then, exactly how did you mean it?"
"The fact that you always drink when you miss someone in the worst way."
"And what way is that, Gil?"
"Having them right in front of you, and knowing that you can't have them."