"ENOUGH"
The muffled yell could be heard behind the door as several loud thuds landed on the wall outside.
The lanky man burst through the door with a face twisted in frustration as his fall, half a dive into the pub and half tripping over himself, placed him perfectly to land hard on his shins. He flipped over onto his back, hands raised in guard as if waiting for the next hit, a smile streaked across his face as he flipped his head back to move a lock of hair out of vision.
Zed walked through the door slowly, surveying the faces as he moved toward the fists-raised lump of a man he called his brother. "You said we weren't going to talk about yer' ****e this time, Cam. You SAID we were jus' gonna have a nice drink" he threw a sharp kick towards his brother's shins, watching him wince in pain as it landed. Cam's eyebrows raised in time with the shrug of his shoulders "aye, but I never said I'd stop talkin' about it before we actually got TO the pub, nae did I?" he laughed as he unclenched his fists and reached up towards Zed. Bracing his back leg Zed threw out his arm, clasping his brother's forearm in hand as he lifted him to his feet "You mean it then? A whole night without having to listen to yer damn banterin' about finding a cause and yer EVER SO DEEP NEED to want to help people".
Their eyes locked for a second before the answer came, "Maybe not the WHOLE night" Cam laughed as he threw his arm over Zed's shoulder and pushed them both towards the bar.
The twin's walks couldn't have been more synchronized. Both walking in time with the other, thick-soled boots drumming on the floor as they both slid into their seats and ran a hand across their foreheads, putting the hair that had fallen forward back into place.
"Scotch"
This obviously wasn't the first time they'd had a drink together.
Thomas.Holden | Holden's.Hammer | Hullbreaker.Holden - junker - scrap field enthusiast Zed.Taylor - freelancer - former privateer assisting maquis Tradeknight.7 - freelancer - supplying bretonian industry
