“Come on douchebag, gimme the remote!”
Connie’s voice was clear and annoyed as he held the remote out at full stretch by the other side of his body, giggling as the woman gyrated mechanically on the TV screen.
“You are so disgusting, change it!” She didn’t sound happy, and when he refused to change the channel, she tried to swipe his arm to get the remote for herself but was unsuccessful and he laughed again, much harder this time, clearly enjoying the fact that she found the topless woman so distasteful for some reason. He relaxed a little and she suddenly attempted another swipe, missed, and sat with her stern face on and her hand held open.
“One last time.” She narrowed her eyes. “The remote.”
Pete was an irritating little toad, most people thought so and not just Connie. Unfortunately there wasn’t much that she could do about it given that he was her brother. Mostly she just tolerated him, I mean, he wasn’t always irritating, just when he was bored.