Hunger

After visiting the drop in, what seemed most obvious to me, and unavoidable if I want to incorporate the drop in visit in my final project, is the power of hunger. Also unavoidable is the power of sex, or the desire for sex, as clearly seen in almost every interaction on the Miami social scene. So the goal for what I've started to write is to express in story form how hunger and sex clash against or manipulate other power structures, such as money, family, or religion. Any suggestions for where the story should go, or scenes that could be effective, or critique of character would be much appreciated.

A mangy dog regarded the two boys from across the lot while the hungry horizon swallowed a red sun like a snake swallowing a rat. The three creatures shared a gaunt, rangy look and the two bipeds slunk listlessly among the broken parking blocks, kicking the tops of weeds growing from cranks in the pavement. The younger one spoke:
“Hey Muck, what did we do all day?” he said.
“What the fuck Tony, you’ve been with me all day. You know what we did.”
“Yea, but I can’t remember. I’m too hungry. What did we eat today?” Tony kicked a pebble at the dog across the lot and Muck stopped walking.
“Man, I can’t remember that either. We sat with Jewels for a while outside the grocery. That crazy fucker just kept asking us how much money we thought was in the registers,” Muck said. “Like he was going to do something. Nothing to eat though.” Muck started walking again. He was the eldest of the two, but there wasn’t much to tell the two brothers apart. Muck stood a few inches taller and had a few more inches around his waist. Both were slim, stalking the parking lot in clothes that were made for someone else. A shared dark complexion and freckles high on their cheeks made it easy to connect them as brothers.
“We were just sitting there because you wanted to see that girl.”
“What girl?”
“Cut it out. You’ve been talking about those tits since you seen her. You’re trying to eat with something other than your mouth,” Tony said and shifted his eyes from the pavement to Muck.
“At least I’m not talking about food the whole damn time. You’ve got to give that shit a rest, Tony. Just making yourself hungrier.”
“You think a dog would be good to eat?”
Muck considered the dog. “Any dog or that dog? Not much on him, I doubt it. He’s got rabies and fleas and shit anyways. You’d be foaming from the mouth after that meal.”
“I’d look just like you waiting outside the store today.”
“Won’t you just shut the fuck up?”
“Are we going to St. Rita’s? It’s still light out, I bet they’ve got food left.”
“Man I hate that place. Why should I have hold your hand and pray to get food?” Muck said.
“What’s the date? It’s close to the first. They’ll still have food, let’s just go. No one is going to see you.”
“Fine, we’ll go.”

Tony pushed through the double doors first, Muck in tow, and stepped up to the counter. A stooped lady wearing a man’s flannel shirt asked to see their ID’s.
“You know us. Why do you keep asking us for our ID’s?”
“I don’t make the rules, I just check the ID’s.” She said. They flashed cards at the lady and walked past the deck into the main area, set up like a school lunchroom. A lady with a nametag recognized them from across the room. The manager of St. Rita’s, missing her two front teeth.
“You boys back again?” She said.
“Nothing to do about it.” Muck said.
“What’s it today?” Tony said.
“Meat and beans and fruit.”
“Again?” Tony said.
“Well you guys know the rules, join hands.”
Tony and Muck joined hands with her. “Bow your head for God’s blessing. We thank you Lord, for the food you’ve given us today and pray…”
Muck looked up at the room. Some at the tables, mostly men, stared into their bowls with crooked elbows shoveling beans or fruit into their mouths, or stared at empty bowls with quivering hands and lips, or stared blankly at the floor or wall. Some supped water from Styrofoam cups, or mopped cracked lips with graying beards.