#kit mitchell

Holidays meant something to the Mitchell clan. Kass had always made sure of it. And her dad had always made sure that the bar was a place for the BOA members to go to whenever they needed somewhere to celebrate. She had cooked her fair share of Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners that were ate over the bar by those that didn’t have families of her own. But what she loved about the Fourth was she could easily pawn the cooking off on others. Like her brother. Handing over the platter of steaks, Kass kissed him on the cheek and smirked. “Looking good. Winking she laughed playfully, “Anyone trying to take you up on your meat yet?”

As kids, there were few things that Kass did alone. She almost had required Kit to spend time with her. They were twins, and they were going to be attached at the hip if she had it her way. Maybe it was the forced connection, or maybe it was just fate, but as they grew up they grew into two different people and after he moved away there were times that Kass had to admit she didn’t even know how they were related to each other. Now, as her bare feet padded softly on the carpet towards his room was one of those times. She hadn’t told him about her conversation with Seran where he had shot down her offer. She hadn’t told anyone, and she wasn’t about to anytime soon, but the fact that her brother had the opportunity and was wasting it was starting to wear on her more than she would admit. Reaching his room, she poked her head in and watched him for a moment, noticing their similar mannerisms. They were related, one couldn’t deny that. “How are you doing? Nessa get home okay?” BOA family was family even if the marriage never happened thanks to her dumbass sibling.

Kass wasn’t stupid when it came to business. Sure she had her regulars that were probably a bit grumpy when they realized that she had closed up shop for the night, but she knew even the old men wouldn’t have been able to pay enough on their bar tabs to make Saints and Sinners break even with a grand opening of a new club. So instead, she cut her losses - let everyone go home and figured she herself would go check out the competition. But she didn’t go alone, hell no, she dragged Kit with her. Grabbing two drinks from the bar she turned around and handed one to the lesser looking twin. “Well I have to say, if I go out of business because of this... at least I know I lost cause of style points.”