Four Brothers
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veiledndarknessTitle: All for Him 2/?
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Bobby/Jack
Rating: R
Summary: Billy Darley wants his baby brother back.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended, no profit made.
A big thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
littlewitch34 for all your help, inspiration and answering of my endless ideas and questions.
*Cross-over with Death Sentence *
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Billy drove his car up alongside the large cemetery, his eyes narrowed as he watched the crowds of people walking down the stone path. He flicked his cigarette out the window and scoffed at two women who were dabbing at their eyes with lace hanker chiefs.
"You'd think the fuckin' Pope died," he said with a sneer of disdain. He yanked his keys out of the ignition, the red-orange flames painted on the hood of the car almost obscene amidst the sea of darkly clad people passing them.
Colin rubbed his hands together, regretting his lack of thick gloves. "Fuck, it's so damn cold here," he said, his breath puffing in front of him.
Billy grunted and got out of the car, rubbing his upper chest idly as he did so. "Fuckin' Detroit winters, no need to be this damned cold," he kicked at the snow and tugged his long leather coat closer to his chest.
Colin pocketed his gun and jogged over, wiping at his watery eyes, the stinging light wind a harsh bite to his unprotected head. “Billy…I think we oughta keep back a bit, case someone’s watchin’.”
“Brilliant fuckin’ deduction,” Billy drawled. “I ain’t gonna run on up and grab him.”
Colin shoved his hands into his jean pockets, shivering. “Ya,” he murmured, spotting the tips of Jack’s hair above the crowd around the casket. “There he is.”
Billy’s boots crunched over the thick layer of snow, his eyes focused on the group before them. “There,” he nodded his head. They stood off to the side, the minister’s voice carrying easily over the grounds.
Colin looked around casually. He was keenly aware of how much the two of them stuck out from the crowd. Billy lit another cigarette, his eyes roving over the first row of people, lingering on Jack. Jack had his eyes on the casket, his face pale, his whole body trembling minutely.
“Looks like he’s gonna fall over,” Colin muttered under his breath.
Billy’s gaze landed on the man sitting close to Jack, a look of rage filling his eyes. Colin winced inwardly. That had to be Bobby Mercer.
Bobby sat stone faced and dry-eyed as the minister spoke. Another man, a woman holding on to him sat nearby, the man’s dark eyes shining with unshed tears. “That’s the union one, name’s Jeremiah,” Colin whispered.
“Where’s the other one?” Billy flicked his cigarette with his thumb.
“Dunno,” Colin looked through the crowds again. “Don’t see him.”
Billy shifted from foot to the other, edging closer to the group. The minister gestured to the sky as he spoke, his next words echoing loudly. “…and let no sins go unpunished…”
“Amen,” Bobby spoke abruptly, his voice rough and uneven.
Billy inhaled deeply on his cigarette, a smirk curving his lips upward. “Ashes to ashes,” he mimicked quietly. Colin felt the weight of Bobby’s gaze on them, as if he was looking straight at them through the crowds of people.
Jeremiah stood up and made his way to the podium when the minister stopped speaking. Billy listened with half an ear, a light scowl darkening his features. “There weren’t none of this shit at Joe’s funeral,” he spat, flicking his cigarette hard.
Colin watched avidly as Jack stood when Jeremiah stepped back. Jack clutched at the podium, the tip of his nose pinking up from the cold, tears visible in his eyes then. “Different world, man, different ideas ‘bout funerals,” he said. "We burned 'im, cause we had t'."
“S’all a pile of bullshit,” Billy stepped closer to the people when Jack began to speak, haltingly, his voice strained.
“I...I never bothered looking for my real parents,” Jack blinked rapidly, a tear slipping down his cheek. “Cause…Evelyn was enough.”
Billy’s jaw tightened, his teeth tightly clenched. “To go from foster house to foster house, those people were just watching, just looking for an extra check each month,” Jack continued, his knuckles tightly gripping the wooden podium.
“What the fuck…” Billy fisted his hands, cold fury in his eyes.
“You were hardly given anything to eat. You learn to take what you can get. When Evelyn took me in, it was no different for me,” Jack’s voice began to shake, the effort to stay up showing. “Until one day she caught me with my pockets all full. And she tried to explain to me what it meant to be adopted, and what it meant to have a family, what it meant to have a last name...”
Billy watched in disbelief as Bobby stood up and made his way to the podium.
Jack sniffled and continued, though he was mumbling more than speaking. “And she would say, ‘Jackie... there's no reason to steal your own toothbrush anymore.’ 'Cause I would, I would, I would take it, and I would put it in my sock drawer...” he trailed off, his head drooping, more tears gathering on his eyelashes.
Bobby stood next to him, one hand resting on Jack’s lower arm. “Go on, go sit down,” he said softly.
Billy dropped his cigarette, his throat working furiously. Jack stumbled back to the chairs, his shoulders hunched up. Bobby spoke only a few words, thanking the mourners for their presence. As the crowd dispersed, Colin tugged Billy's shoulder, bringing him several steps back. Bobby's gaze landed on them, a look of distrust to his eyes. He stood next to Jack, one hand on Jack's shoulder.
Billy's lip curled back, a silent challenge. Bobby leaned down and whispered something to Jack, his hand sliding down Jack's side. Jack made a small sound of distress and then stood up, his face expressionless once more. Bobby shot a glare at Colin and Billy before leading Jack away from the casket, Jeremiah flanking him on the other side.
"He's fuckin' delusional if he thinks I'm 'fraid of him," Billy scoffed.
Colin rubbed his chin with his chilled thumb. "I kinda expected Bobby Mercer to be bigger 'n that," he said. "From all the shit I heard."
"Short-ass fucker," Billy snorted. "Let's get the fuck outta here, I'm freezin'."
Colin looked back at the enlarged photo of Evelyn Mercer, her kind eyes and smile making him uneasy.
xx
Jack stood across the street from Jerry's house, a lit cigarette clutched between two fingers. He inhaled deeply, willing his body to relax. He felt, rather than saw Bobby's car move down the crowded street, the engine rumbling quietly, sending a vibration through him.
He closed his eyes, the memory hitting hard. Bobby's arm holding him close, humming under his breath, the car idling as they sat in the driveway, snowflakes falling around them, freezing onto the windshield. The way Bobby had held him, his lips ghosting over Jack's neck as he spoke, his whole body tense and thrilled when Bobby's lips finally met his mouth, his skin aflame.
Jack opened his eyes with a start, the sound of Bobby's footsteps approaching him. He looked down at the ground, flicking his cigarette idly. Bobby stood next to him, his arm snaking around Jack's shoulder.
"You ok, man?" Bobby murmured, his fingers rubbing over Jack's neck.
Jack nodded silently and kept his eyes on the ground. "You sure?" Bobby prodded.
He nodded again, his voice failing him. The very feel of Bobby's warm fingers stroking his neck made him want to curl up to him, made him want to run from the touch.
"You know I love you, man," Bobby said, everything he wasn't saying conveyed in just those words.
Jack swallowed over the lump in his throat. "C'mon, let's go see Jerry."
Bobby pulled his arm back, his eyes searching Jack's face. He nodded and turned away, striding across the street. Jack followed with a low sigh, his stomach twisting and turning.
xx
Billy flicked his lighter slowly, playing with the tip of the flame. He pressed down with his foot, the heel of his boot digging into the neck of the man below him. The man uttered a helpless, muffled cry, his eyes watching the flame dance over Billy's fingers.
"Y' could end this, right about now," Billy said, his voice warm, almost friendly. "Tell me who off'd the old broad and I'll let you run free."
The man nodded vigorously. Colin leaned down and pulled the gag free from his mouth. "Speak fast."
"I don't know much, I swear," the man gasped. "Jus' what everyone else is sayin'."
Billy flicked the lid back on the lighter. "What else?"
"They said she got shot up in the robbery, wrong place, wrong time, man," the guy looked from Colin to Billy, a greasy sweat shining on his skin.
"Huh, so you're tellin' me that it was all just a coincidence, she just happened t' be in that store?" Billy crooned. "I know 'bout Bobby fuckin' Mercer, boy. I know what I heard, and nobody is gonna tell me that this is all just fucking coincidence."
"You know him?" the man fidgeted, choking on Billy's heel when he dug it in again.
"He's got somethin' o' mine that I want back," Billy chuckled darkly. "Tell me who shot up the store, now."
The man licked his lips nervously. "I can't, man, I'm as good as dead if I do it."
Billy threw his head back, snorting a harsh laugh. "Boy, you are dead if you don't tell me, and I fucking swear it'll be so much worse if I gotta be the one to do it. Last chance, now tell me!"
"S-Street Gang..." the man choked out.
"Uh huh, and which one, hmm?" Billy flicked the lighter open again.
"I...I can't..."
Billy grinned and brought the lighter down, the screams echoing in the small room.
Colin wiped the gun clean afterwards, Billy's manic glee having faded not long after their captive had died. "Where is he?" he asked, pocketing the ammo from the man's coffee table.
"Lyin' in the kitchen," Billy said. He inhaled heavily on his cigarette. "Burn it down."
He looked back at Colin. "I need a drink, hurry up so we can find some place, huh?"
Colin nodded silently. He grabbed his own lighter and brought the flame to the edge of the newspaper, the headline 'Community mourns death of Evelyn Mercer' turning a thick black as the flames swept across the newsprint. He dropped the paper on the cloth covered couch and then went to each corner, setting several more small fires.
He finished by bringing the flame of the lighter along the man's shirt in the kitchen before stepping over his body and following Billy out the door. Colin adjusted his gloves, the crackling of flames behind him as the fire began to spread.
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Billy tilted his shot glass, the amber liquid sloshing a bit in the glass. He drank it down and set the glass on the scarred table, sniffling at the fierce bite in his throat. "Three gangs, it coulda been any of them."
Colin ran his finger over the edge of his glass. "Won't take too long t' ask a few questions," he said. "One of 'em will talk, they always do."
"Y' get the feeling that somethin' else is goin' on?" Billy rubbed at his chin, his fingers brushing over the bristly goatee. "I mean, shit, what gang's afraid t' own up to a store robbery? That's fuckin' braggin' rights, so why was that fucker so afraid?"
"It’s like he was scared...what's he got to be scared of?" Colin muttered.
The door to the bar swung open, four men coming through the doorway, one after another. Billy leaned back in his chair, the dim light giving him a bit of leeway to watch them, unobserved. Bobby Mercer strode over to the bar, greeting the bartender with a smirk and a gleam in his eyes. Jeremiah followed behind him, looking distinctly out of place with his brothers.
"Who's that?" Billy nudged Colin with his elbow. "The third one."
"S'Angel, he wasn't at the funeral, man. He's the Marine one," Colin said lowly.
Jack followed closely behind Angel, moving over to Bobby's side on the barstools. He slid onto the stool, his shoulder brushing against Bobby's. Billy's eyes narrowed slowly, a muffled hiss under his breath when he saw Bobby's hand run down Jack's back.
The bartender set out four shot glasses and filled each one with whiskey. Bobby held his glass, waiting for each of them to lift their own. "To Evelyn Mercer," he called out. "The greatest mother four degenerate bastards ever had."
Billy rolled his eyes, watching as each man downed his drink. Bobby set his glass down and gestured to the bartender. "Johnny, pour me and my brothers another round," he said. "And a warm milk for my sister here," he added, nudging Jack.
Jack scowled at Bobby. "Man, I will drink you under the table," he vowed, his voice husky and low.
"Probably, but we're not talking about sperm, Jack, this is whiskey," Bobby cracked.
Billy eyed Bobby and then Jack, watching the play of emotions across Jack's face. Jack's cheeks heated up, a light hint of pink to his pale face. A hint of realization seeped in and Billy sat up straighter in his chair. "Unfuckin' believable..."
Colin downed his shot and licked his lower lip absently. "You think so?"
"Jesus..." Billy shook his head and reached for his shot glass.
They watched as the brothers moved from the bar stools and into one of the corner sections, Jack drinking as quickly as the others. Before long, he was singing and laughing into his drinks. The others teased him lightly, an air of suppressed tension in the room.
Billy leaned in, straining to hear them as Jeremiah stood up, Bobby admonishing him for wanting to leave. The two bickered back and forth, a look of disdain crossing Bobby's face. Johnny, the bartender, hovered nearby, ready to intervene if needed.
When Jeremiah left, Billy turned and gave Colin a full out smirk. "Looks like we found our gang," he said. "C'mon."
With that, Billy stood up and walked past the table, his eyes lingering on Jack for only a moment before he left the bar. Colin looked back, a look of vague confusion on Jack's face as they left.
xx
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Bobby/Jack
Rating: R
Summary: Billy Darley wants his baby brother back.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended, no profit made.
A big thank you to
littlewitch34 for all your help, inspiration and answering of my endless ideas and questions.*Cross-over with Death Sentence *
1
xx
Billy drove his car up alongside the large cemetery, his eyes narrowed as he watched the crowds of people walking down the stone path. He flicked his cigarette out the window and scoffed at two women who were dabbing at their eyes with lace hanker chiefs.
"You'd think the fuckin' Pope died," he said with a sneer of disdain. He yanked his keys out of the ignition, the red-orange flames painted on the hood of the car almost obscene amidst the sea of darkly clad people passing them.
Colin rubbed his hands together, regretting his lack of thick gloves. "Fuck, it's so damn cold here," he said, his breath puffing in front of him.
Billy grunted and got out of the car, rubbing his upper chest idly as he did so. "Fuckin' Detroit winters, no need to be this damned cold," he kicked at the snow and tugged his long leather coat closer to his chest.
Colin pocketed his gun and jogged over, wiping at his watery eyes, the stinging light wind a harsh bite to his unprotected head. “Billy…I think we oughta keep back a bit, case someone’s watchin’.”
“Brilliant fuckin’ deduction,” Billy drawled. “I ain’t gonna run on up and grab him.”
Colin shoved his hands into his jean pockets, shivering. “Ya,” he murmured, spotting the tips of Jack’s hair above the crowd around the casket. “There he is.”
Billy’s boots crunched over the thick layer of snow, his eyes focused on the group before them. “There,” he nodded his head. They stood off to the side, the minister’s voice carrying easily over the grounds.
Colin looked around casually. He was keenly aware of how much the two of them stuck out from the crowd. Billy lit another cigarette, his eyes roving over the first row of people, lingering on Jack. Jack had his eyes on the casket, his face pale, his whole body trembling minutely.
“Looks like he’s gonna fall over,” Colin muttered under his breath.
Billy’s gaze landed on the man sitting close to Jack, a look of rage filling his eyes. Colin winced inwardly. That had to be Bobby Mercer.
Bobby sat stone faced and dry-eyed as the minister spoke. Another man, a woman holding on to him sat nearby, the man’s dark eyes shining with unshed tears. “That’s the union one, name’s Jeremiah,” Colin whispered.
“Where’s the other one?” Billy flicked his cigarette with his thumb.
“Dunno,” Colin looked through the crowds again. “Don’t see him.”
Billy shifted from foot to the other, edging closer to the group. The minister gestured to the sky as he spoke, his next words echoing loudly. “…and let no sins go unpunished…”
“Amen,” Bobby spoke abruptly, his voice rough and uneven.
Billy inhaled deeply on his cigarette, a smirk curving his lips upward. “Ashes to ashes,” he mimicked quietly. Colin felt the weight of Bobby’s gaze on them, as if he was looking straight at them through the crowds of people.
Jeremiah stood up and made his way to the podium when the minister stopped speaking. Billy listened with half an ear, a light scowl darkening his features. “There weren’t none of this shit at Joe’s funeral,” he spat, flicking his cigarette hard.
Colin watched avidly as Jack stood when Jeremiah stepped back. Jack clutched at the podium, the tip of his nose pinking up from the cold, tears visible in his eyes then. “Different world, man, different ideas ‘bout funerals,” he said. "We burned 'im, cause we had t'."
“S’all a pile of bullshit,” Billy stepped closer to the people when Jack began to speak, haltingly, his voice strained.
“I...I never bothered looking for my real parents,” Jack blinked rapidly, a tear slipping down his cheek. “Cause…Evelyn was enough.”
Billy’s jaw tightened, his teeth tightly clenched. “To go from foster house to foster house, those people were just watching, just looking for an extra check each month,” Jack continued, his knuckles tightly gripping the wooden podium.
“What the fuck…” Billy fisted his hands, cold fury in his eyes.
“You were hardly given anything to eat. You learn to take what you can get. When Evelyn took me in, it was no different for me,” Jack’s voice began to shake, the effort to stay up showing. “Until one day she caught me with my pockets all full. And she tried to explain to me what it meant to be adopted, and what it meant to have a family, what it meant to have a last name...”
Billy watched in disbelief as Bobby stood up and made his way to the podium.
Jack sniffled and continued, though he was mumbling more than speaking. “And she would say, ‘Jackie... there's no reason to steal your own toothbrush anymore.’ 'Cause I would, I would, I would take it, and I would put it in my sock drawer...” he trailed off, his head drooping, more tears gathering on his eyelashes.
Bobby stood next to him, one hand resting on Jack’s lower arm. “Go on, go sit down,” he said softly.
Billy dropped his cigarette, his throat working furiously. Jack stumbled back to the chairs, his shoulders hunched up. Bobby spoke only a few words, thanking the mourners for their presence. As the crowd dispersed, Colin tugged Billy's shoulder, bringing him several steps back. Bobby's gaze landed on them, a look of distrust to his eyes. He stood next to Jack, one hand on Jack's shoulder.
Billy's lip curled back, a silent challenge. Bobby leaned down and whispered something to Jack, his hand sliding down Jack's side. Jack made a small sound of distress and then stood up, his face expressionless once more. Bobby shot a glare at Colin and Billy before leading Jack away from the casket, Jeremiah flanking him on the other side.
"He's fuckin' delusional if he thinks I'm 'fraid of him," Billy scoffed.
Colin rubbed his chin with his chilled thumb. "I kinda expected Bobby Mercer to be bigger 'n that," he said. "From all the shit I heard."
"Short-ass fucker," Billy snorted. "Let's get the fuck outta here, I'm freezin'."
Colin looked back at the enlarged photo of Evelyn Mercer, her kind eyes and smile making him uneasy.
xx
Jack stood across the street from Jerry's house, a lit cigarette clutched between two fingers. He inhaled deeply, willing his body to relax. He felt, rather than saw Bobby's car move down the crowded street, the engine rumbling quietly, sending a vibration through him.
He closed his eyes, the memory hitting hard. Bobby's arm holding him close, humming under his breath, the car idling as they sat in the driveway, snowflakes falling around them, freezing onto the windshield. The way Bobby had held him, his lips ghosting over Jack's neck as he spoke, his whole body tense and thrilled when Bobby's lips finally met his mouth, his skin aflame.
Jack opened his eyes with a start, the sound of Bobby's footsteps approaching him. He looked down at the ground, flicking his cigarette idly. Bobby stood next to him, his arm snaking around Jack's shoulder.
"You ok, man?" Bobby murmured, his fingers rubbing over Jack's neck.
Jack nodded silently and kept his eyes on the ground. "You sure?" Bobby prodded.
He nodded again, his voice failing him. The very feel of Bobby's warm fingers stroking his neck made him want to curl up to him, made him want to run from the touch.
"You know I love you, man," Bobby said, everything he wasn't saying conveyed in just those words.
Jack swallowed over the lump in his throat. "C'mon, let's go see Jerry."
Bobby pulled his arm back, his eyes searching Jack's face. He nodded and turned away, striding across the street. Jack followed with a low sigh, his stomach twisting and turning.
xx
Billy flicked his lighter slowly, playing with the tip of the flame. He pressed down with his foot, the heel of his boot digging into the neck of the man below him. The man uttered a helpless, muffled cry, his eyes watching the flame dance over Billy's fingers.
"Y' could end this, right about now," Billy said, his voice warm, almost friendly. "Tell me who off'd the old broad and I'll let you run free."
The man nodded vigorously. Colin leaned down and pulled the gag free from his mouth. "Speak fast."
"I don't know much, I swear," the man gasped. "Jus' what everyone else is sayin'."
Billy flicked the lid back on the lighter. "What else?"
"They said she got shot up in the robbery, wrong place, wrong time, man," the guy looked from Colin to Billy, a greasy sweat shining on his skin.
"Huh, so you're tellin' me that it was all just a coincidence, she just happened t' be in that store?" Billy crooned. "I know 'bout Bobby fuckin' Mercer, boy. I know what I heard, and nobody is gonna tell me that this is all just fucking coincidence."
"You know him?" the man fidgeted, choking on Billy's heel when he dug it in again.
"He's got somethin' o' mine that I want back," Billy chuckled darkly. "Tell me who shot up the store, now."
The man licked his lips nervously. "I can't, man, I'm as good as dead if I do it."
Billy threw his head back, snorting a harsh laugh. "Boy, you are dead if you don't tell me, and I fucking swear it'll be so much worse if I gotta be the one to do it. Last chance, now tell me!"
"S-Street Gang..." the man choked out.
"Uh huh, and which one, hmm?" Billy flicked the lighter open again.
"I...I can't..."
Billy grinned and brought the lighter down, the screams echoing in the small room.
Colin wiped the gun clean afterwards, Billy's manic glee having faded not long after their captive had died. "Where is he?" he asked, pocketing the ammo from the man's coffee table.
"Lyin' in the kitchen," Billy said. He inhaled heavily on his cigarette. "Burn it down."
He looked back at Colin. "I need a drink, hurry up so we can find some place, huh?"
Colin nodded silently. He grabbed his own lighter and brought the flame to the edge of the newspaper, the headline 'Community mourns death of Evelyn Mercer' turning a thick black as the flames swept across the newsprint. He dropped the paper on the cloth covered couch and then went to each corner, setting several more small fires.
He finished by bringing the flame of the lighter along the man's shirt in the kitchen before stepping over his body and following Billy out the door. Colin adjusted his gloves, the crackling of flames behind him as the fire began to spread.
xx
Billy tilted his shot glass, the amber liquid sloshing a bit in the glass. He drank it down and set the glass on the scarred table, sniffling at the fierce bite in his throat. "Three gangs, it coulda been any of them."
Colin ran his finger over the edge of his glass. "Won't take too long t' ask a few questions," he said. "One of 'em will talk, they always do."
"Y' get the feeling that somethin' else is goin' on?" Billy rubbed at his chin, his fingers brushing over the bristly goatee. "I mean, shit, what gang's afraid t' own up to a store robbery? That's fuckin' braggin' rights, so why was that fucker so afraid?"
"It’s like he was scared...what's he got to be scared of?" Colin muttered.
The door to the bar swung open, four men coming through the doorway, one after another. Billy leaned back in his chair, the dim light giving him a bit of leeway to watch them, unobserved. Bobby Mercer strode over to the bar, greeting the bartender with a smirk and a gleam in his eyes. Jeremiah followed behind him, looking distinctly out of place with his brothers.
"Who's that?" Billy nudged Colin with his elbow. "The third one."
"S'Angel, he wasn't at the funeral, man. He's the Marine one," Colin said lowly.
Jack followed closely behind Angel, moving over to Bobby's side on the barstools. He slid onto the stool, his shoulder brushing against Bobby's. Billy's eyes narrowed slowly, a muffled hiss under his breath when he saw Bobby's hand run down Jack's back.
The bartender set out four shot glasses and filled each one with whiskey. Bobby held his glass, waiting for each of them to lift their own. "To Evelyn Mercer," he called out. "The greatest mother four degenerate bastards ever had."
Billy rolled his eyes, watching as each man downed his drink. Bobby set his glass down and gestured to the bartender. "Johnny, pour me and my brothers another round," he said. "And a warm milk for my sister here," he added, nudging Jack.
Jack scowled at Bobby. "Man, I will drink you under the table," he vowed, his voice husky and low.
"Probably, but we're not talking about sperm, Jack, this is whiskey," Bobby cracked.
Billy eyed Bobby and then Jack, watching the play of emotions across Jack's face. Jack's cheeks heated up, a light hint of pink to his pale face. A hint of realization seeped in and Billy sat up straighter in his chair. "Unfuckin' believable..."
Colin downed his shot and licked his lower lip absently. "You think so?"
"Jesus..." Billy shook his head and reached for his shot glass.
They watched as the brothers moved from the bar stools and into one of the corner sections, Jack drinking as quickly as the others. Before long, he was singing and laughing into his drinks. The others teased him lightly, an air of suppressed tension in the room.
Billy leaned in, straining to hear them as Jeremiah stood up, Bobby admonishing him for wanting to leave. The two bickered back and forth, a look of disdain crossing Bobby's face. Johnny, the bartender, hovered nearby, ready to intervene if needed.
When Jeremiah left, Billy turned and gave Colin a full out smirk. "Looks like we found our gang," he said. "C'mon."
With that, Billy stood up and walked past the table, his eyes lingering on Jack for only a moment before he left the bar. Colin looked back, a look of vague confusion on Jack's face as they left.
xx
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