"I think you should do it."
Brandon looked up at his sister in surprise, from where he was struggling to cart her luggage up the steps. "Seriously?" he huffed, dragging the heavy suitcase up over the last step. "I've never played a gay character before."
Beth rolled her eyes. "I have no doubt that you'd make an excellent gay man," she said, pinching his cheek teasingly and laughing as he shook her hand off.
"Thanks a lot. There's no way I'm ever doing it." He set her luggage by the doorway and went into the kitchen to see if there were any beers left in the fridge. "And it's not because I'm homophobic. I'm not, okay? It's only when Scott Packer is playing the other guy."
"Why not?" Beth seemed surprised.
"Because he's just some vapid himbo who can't act to save his own life." Brandon picked out two cans of Miller and tossed one to Beth, who caught it deftly. "All that he's got to his name are those damn Basketball movies, and even in those, he really tanked, man."
"Listen to yourself." Beth shook her head. "Where do you get off being so high and mighty?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, you haven't even worked with the guy and already you're condemning him. Give him a chance. Those basketball movies were bad because they're focused purely on making money off gullible teens. The writing was bad and cheesy, you can't blame the actors. Besides, this is the first shot he's getting at being a serious actor. What if Jake had never taken a shot at you so many years ago?"
"Y'know, you and Lonnie are starting to sound suspiciously alike," Brandon said with a sigh.
"That's because you're being ridiculous," Beth said matter-of-factly. "Let Jake and whoever the director is make the call whether Scott Packer can act or not. That's not your job. Your job is to worry about your own role."
"Wow." Brandon couldn't help smiling at the brutal honesty. "Don't hold anything back, Beth. Really."
"You asked for my opinion, you got it." Beth picked up her overnight bag, heading into her room before calling out, "And now your job is to help me unpack!"
"God, I hate my family," Brandon muttered as he set down his beer, but the wide smile on his face pretty much stated otherwise.