The Other Brother

"No… no, I was being sarcastic. I want to be… well, better. Better than my grandfather. I sure as Hell want to be better than my dad and aunt. I just… I want to be a good man, I guess."

"Ain't that what we all want? Sure as shit ain't gonna help if yer hangin' around Daimon."

ketchinhell has tuned in

ketchinhell see's the sinister days ahead

Giving a coy grin, she slipped off her stool and leaned up against him, hands on his chest. “Lets ride,” she whispered.

Grabbing his jacket, Danny led the mysterious woman out of the bar and out to the parking lot, where his motorcycle was parked and waiting. "You ride much?" he asked.

Sinister.  That’s his name.  Or at least one he goes by. 

I know who Sinister is!

And you didn’t recognize him as a woman, I take it?

Naw. I find it really hard to believe that was Sinister.

Don’t believe me, or just too distracted by booze and boobs?

What's that supposed to mean??

ketchinhell see's the sinister days ahead

"Dan Ketch, Hm? I like it." Tracing her finger along the rim of his shot glass, she leaned forward. "Why don’t you guess my name, Dan… If you can, you’ll get a prize."

Dan grinned, leaning forward, as well. “Hmm… y’got that classic look… Margarette?”

"Sorry, sweet heart." Turning around so that she leaned against the bar, her legs crossed. It was fun to flaunt. "I’ll give ya a clue, but it’ll cost ya."

"Cost me what, exactly?” His tone went to something a little more serious.

She gave him a playful smile, looking him over. “You have the bike out front? How about a ride.”

Sinister.  That’s his name.  Or at least one he goes by. 

I know who Sinister is!

And you didn’t recognize him as a woman, I take it?

Naw. I find it really hard to believe that was Sinister.

Don’t believe me, or just too distracted by booze and boobs?

Sinister.  That’s his name.  Or at least one he goes by. 

I know who Sinister is!

And you didn’t recognize him as a woman, I take it?

Naw. I find it really hard to believe that was Sinister.

Sinister.  That’s his name.  Or at least one he goes by. 

I know who Sinister is!

Danny, don’t talk to him.  Or her.  Or whoever that wierd little fuck wants to be today.  He’s not the most wholesome of companions.  And this coming from me, means a lot.

I’m not jealous, trust me, not of him.  And I’m not babying you.  Trust me on this one, just because HE appears to have tits, doesn’t mean that he’s not using you for something. 

Or it was just a harmless woman hitting on me.

Likely not.  I know Sinister when I see Sinister. 

Sinister??

Danny, don’t talk to him.  Or her.  Or whoever that wierd little fuck wants to be today.  He’s not the most wholesome of companions.  And this coming from me, means a lot.

I’m not jealous, trust me, not of him.  And I’m not babying you.  Trust me on this one, just because HE appears to have tits, doesn’t mean that he’s not using you for something. 

Or it was just a harmless woman hitting on me.

ketchinhell see's the sinister days ahead

"Dan Ketch, Hm? I like it." Tracing her finger along the rim of his shot glass, she leaned forward. "Why don’t you guess my name, Dan… If you can, you’ll get a prize."

Dan grinned, leaning forward, as well. “Hmm… y’got that classic look… Margarette?”

"Sorry, sweet heart." Turning around so that she leaned against the bar, her legs crossed. It was fun to flaunt. "I’ll give ya a clue, but it’ll cost ya."

"Cost me what, exactly?" His tone went to something a little more serious.