[ WP ] You have the power to montage .

Soapy hands washed baked on casserole dishes. A mop scrubs grout lines. Glasses and plates stack shelves. Music blasted from an ipod dock. Fin always felt like he could get his chores done faster with a catchy song playing. 
 
 Fin ’ s cell phone vibrated on the countertop. As soon as he saw it was his twin brother calling he knew he was in deep shit. He stopped cleaning his kitchen. 
 
 “ Hel- ” 
 
 “ God dammit, Fin! I was in the goddamn middle of something! ” 
 
 “ Shit, I ’ m sorry, Ty. It ’ s just that I wa- ” 
 
 “ I was finally banging that receptionist and then it was over. I think I came. Who would fucking know! Then like that! ” Fin could hear a faint finger snap. “ She was like ‘ is that it? ’ She literally said that. ” 
 
 Fin looked at his watch. He just montaged both of them for forty-seven minutes. The kitchen sparkled but at what cost? Normally, he calls his twin brother beforehand but this time WHAM! came on the radio and… the kitchen was cleaned. There would definitely be retribution. 
 
 “ Please, I ’ ll make it up to - ” before he could even finish speaking he was naked in a hotel bathroom. Fin's pants lay in a heap at his feet. He fumbled in them for his cell phone. It was 9:30pm and it was a day later. The screen showed 255 missed calls and almost as many text messages. He dialed his twin. 
 
 “ Pick up, you fucker. ” 
 
 “ Hello, ” Ty answered on the fourth ring. “ What do you remember, brother? ” 
 
 Silence as Fin thought. 
 
 “ An overweight Tinder-mess. Some kind of salesperson. Elvis? You ’ re grinning like an idiot. Did you hand me a ring? Did you get me married to that slob?! ” Fin sees the ring on his finger. 
 
 “ Enjoy consummating the marriage. ” 
 
 Fin peaked out the bathroom door and his new bride was wearing 35 skimpy feet of lace on a rose petal covered bed. 
 
 Thankfully, Fin could montage through the worst parts of what was about to happen. 
 
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