roommates - Brady is puzzled

/roommates/ - "Beanie Boba": Edition
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>Brady opens the back door, only to find someone rummaging through the dumpster. Mellisa told her there was a bum in the back, so Brady had to bring out a slice of pizza so the bum could leave.
>"Um, excuse me," Brady speaks with a quiet voice. "Are you hungry?"
>The bum is too fixated on rummaging through the dumpster to even notice the "chef" with their offering.
>Brady decides to walk up to the bum to speak a little louder. "Hello, sir?"
>The bum lifts their head and finally looks at the Employee, revealing to be a lady.
>"What ya mean 'sir'?" the bum calmly asks Brady in a low, raspy voice.
>A small moment of silence fills the air as the two chickens lock eyes for a brief moment. Brady fixates on the bum's pink hair and the messy eyeliner. Is as if Brady knew the bum some time ago, but can't quite put her feature on as to who.
>"I'm sorry I thought you were someone else," Brady explains, looking down at the pizza slice. "I uh, wanted to know if you would want this so you don't have to look through our trash."
>Brady extends her arm to offer a cold slice to the bum. The bum looks down at the slice, somewhat tempted to take it. With a blank expression, the bum shakes her head and then continues to dig through the trash. Is as if there's something important underneath.
>Confused as to what the bum is looking for, Brady looks down at the multiple bags to check out what's going on.
>"Did you lose your purse? Keys? I can help you if you want."
>She gets no response from the bum.
>"I-I said, do you need any he-"
>"Ah-ha!" The bum explains as she pulls out a fresh bottle of whisky, unopened.
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>Brady soon realizes that that bottle belongs to her. She keeps it underneath the dumpster so the boss doesn't catch her with yet another bottle. If Brady doesn't do something, she'll probably get "fired" and lose her other hand.
>The bum sits down next to the dumpster, laughing as she's about to down the whole bottle. Brady sits down next to the now joyful bum and looks at her with a nervous smile.
>"H-Hey, that's a nice find," says Brady. "Do you always find goodies like that when you dumpster dive?"
>The bum opens the bottle and takes a swig before replying.
>"No, I don't need to but I've been eyeing this idiot who keeps leaving this stuff in here for a while now."
>"Wow that's great..." Brady replies, more nervous than before. "Hey, c-can I have some?"
>"No go find your own," the bum replies with a snarky demeanor.
>Brady realizes how dumb this might have been. Perhaps she can just lose this one bottle and just get another whenever her next shopping spree for frozen pizzas may be. So, Brady decided to change the conversation.
>"Hey uh, you said that you didn't need to dumpster dive often," Brady starts to ask. "What did you mean by that."
>The bum takes another swig from the whisky bottle and says, "Well I just live off of welfare. Working would just get in the way."
>"Of what?" Brady replies.
>The bum's eyes light up with excitement at Brady's question.
>"Well, I go to these parties every other Saturday and it's just amazing. Way better than most other days of the week."
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>Brady is puzzled by this explanation. The bum thinks working will get in the way of parties that only take place on Saturdays.
>"Wait, if you party on Saturdays, then why don't you work on days in between?" Brady asks.
>"Because dumbass, jobs aren't parties." The bum says as they return to their snarky demeanor. "You go every day to a boring place for something you don't wish to do and then..."
>Brady starts to tune out the bum's words. Every point that the bum makes just boils down to "I wish I could party all day because everything else is boring".
>The bum notices that Brady is dosing off. This annoys her just a little bit because her long-winded speech about partying was probably for nothing.
>"Hey, Hellen. Are you even listening?"
>"It's Brady," Brady replies "And yeah, I was listening."
>The bum looks at Brady, judging the honesty of that statement.
>"I know you are trying to say that because you want to appease me, but I know you don't care." The Bum says as she gets up and stretches her back from the sitting. "But that's ok it proves that I'm much better than you are."
>Brady looks at the bum, feeling more distant than the first few minutes before.
>The bum decides to talk to Brady one more time "I'll be here for another bottle if there is any. Just know that." Then she walks away.
>Brady just sat there for a couple of seconds pondering what just transpired. That bum was a terrible person but she kinda looks familiar. Probably just a coincidence.