Simon said as Michael entered the Wemployee break room. “Whoa there,” Michael said back, giving the Brethren a puzzled look. “How are you today?” “Not as good as you,” Simon said, elbowing Michael as he passed him on the way to his locker. Michael gave him another quizzical look, confused by his friend’s knowing little smirk. “So what’s the skinny with you?” “I think I should be the one asking you that question.” Simon then did a little dance that was more like a goofy sort of shuffle. Michael chuckled, still completely confused by his friend’s ridiculous behavior. “Come on,” Simon said when Michael just shook his head and opened his locker to hang up his jacket and messenger bag. “Spill.” “What do you mean?” Michael asked, looking away from his open locker toward his friend. Simon gave him another expectant look, then did his little dance again, this time adding a few pelvis thrusts that managed to look more silly than sexual. Simon had always been the most outrageous of The Brethren, but he was acting particularly silly this morning.
