The Bearded Brunette

             That's it. You're never babysitting my son.

*closes the lid*

Do not.

               ”Haha, yeah…                 That’s Jer-Bear.”                              Look at that smug smile. The boxer with the asshole little brother. He’s influenced him in more than a few ways.                 “What’s your name, anyways?”

              Ah. It's one of those brothers, where they're               so proud that their little sibling is a little shit.               He nods, since that's more polite than making               a face.                                   "Ryan Barnes.                                    And your name?"

                      “Jer-bea—-                        Jeremiah Fisher.                        Most kids probably call ‘im Fish.”

                   "Ah."   He knows the kid. Loud, obnoxious.   Trouble maker.                    "He's been the topic of a few                     meetings lately. And not in                      a good way."

                                   ”What’s that supposed to mean?”

                "Shooting spitballs isn't the most friendly of greetings."

                          “Hey, you work at uh…                            Shit, what’s the school called…                            That one middle school.                            My brother goes there.”

                   "I do work at that                     one middle school.                     What's your brother's name?"

                            “Is that anyway to greet an old friend?”

                "I was about to say the same thing to you."

                            “Look here, y’fucking butthole—”

                 "I was just saying.                   Consider it friendly advice.                   You can use it."

     "You’re making yourself sound old and I’m not sure I like it because I’m, what, only two years younger than you?"

        "Well, I'm thirty-five, and you're..." He chuckles. "I suppose you're right. I feel old, if it makes you feel any better."