THE ADVENTURES OF DRAKE MANDIBLE- #8: Curt Conversation.

Muttering absently to himself, Drake picked up the phone.
“Please make it quick, I've got work to do.”
“What, no hello?” asked his brother.
“Fine,” Drake sighed, “Hello Jake. Now what do you want?”
“Can’t a dude just call his little brother?”
“So you don’t want anything?”
“Well, I didn't say that.”

Drake groaned inwardly. They had this conversation EVERY time.
“Look, Lola and I were wondering if you’d come to dinner tonight.”
“Lola?”
“My girlfriend, remember?”
“Oh. Yes.”
“Lola and her parents are coming around to the restaurant tonight; I’ve got the place reserved especially for us. Then I’m going to pop the question.”

Drake felt a grin forming.

“I see. What do you want me there for?”
“Support mostly,” said Jake. “In case she says no. Look, I know we don’t have much to do with each-other lately, but it would mean a lot to me if you were there.”

Drake took a minute to think about it. He was reluctant to make such a long trip just for dinner, but there was something in his older sibling’s tone of voice that told him that he should accept.

“Alright, I’ll be there. But I’m bringing the butler.”
“Most excellent! Thanks so much bro!”

Hanging up the phone, Drake called for Nickelby.
“Yes sir?”
“Fire up the jet Nickelby, we’re going to Jake’s for dinner.”
“Right away, sir!” said the butler.