Unfortunately Brian wouldn't lay his weary, drunken head to rest in his comfortable bed at home but spend the night behind bars.
Annoyed and in pain he dragged his a** towards the cold, bare cell, that was already holding two or three other guys.
Brian truly didn't look forward to whoever was in there or to the uncomfortable thing they called a bed here.

Behind him the gate was locked and Brian lifted his tired gaze just to see a familiar face. Jack. In the corner Jack had pulled his knees up and looked anything but happy.
He walked over to his brother and sank down on the bench next to him.
"So they got you, too....and I thought you're waiting at the docks."
Upon closer inspection he noticed the swollen nose and stains on his shirt and raised a brow. "Looks like you put up a fight though."

His fingers drummed against his drawn up knees as he lifted his head away from the wall behind him only to see his brother coming to sit down by his side. Apparently it was two O'Conners for the price of one tonight, and he would have made an effort to feign some surprise had he had the energy left for it.

"Never even went anywhere near the docks, man." He snorted before he closed his eyes as he dropped his head back against the brick wall once more. Brian would probably piss his pants laughing when hearing how and where he got arrested, and maybe he would, too.. at some point, right now he wasn't all that amused by any of it.

"Guess this means we both lost, huh bro?"

The situation was almost ridiculous. How had they ended up here again and why were they so stupid? It was so damn stupid it made him laugh.

"Looks like it." Brian answered more in reference to the fact that they were in jail and both looked like they'd gotten run over than to the actual race.
He took a deep breath and carefully leaned his back against the cold wall. His shoulder was throbbing and Brian was starting to wish he had a few shots of tequila in his pockets.

"So you beat up a cop?"

Jack half grinned as he softly nodded his head. He wished.. But had he done that, beat up one of those fucking cops, he probably wouldn't be sitting here in a holding cell. He'd be on a one way trip to Lompoc.

"Yup, beat up a cop with my nose because I wanted to preserve my beautiful hands.." He chuckled before he opened his eyes to look sideways at his brother. Brian looked like shit, maybe even worse than he felt, and the way his brother took in a deep breath before carefully settling against the wall had him furrowing his brow.

"You alright? They didn't.. ass rape you or something, did they?" He mumbled, swallowing his laugh as quickly as it threatened to come out. Why that was the first thing that came to his mind, he didn't know. Must've still been the alcohol.. right?

Brian stiffled a laugh. Jack had a way of being funny with his stupid remarks that worked especially when Brian was drunk.
'Preserve my beautiful hands...'.

Brian let his head fall back against the bricks and looked at the other guys. One of them looked passed out. The other not interested in them. Hopefully Jack wouldn't give them any stupid ideas.
"Maybe that'd be less painful." he growled. "Stupid bitch ran into my car and then shot me in the shoulder even though I gave her her gun back without the magazine. Anybody else would have shot her." Brian would definetly have a word with that woman. He had to admit that handing the gun back and leaving the magazine on the ground was a really stupid, drunk move.

He let his head roll to the side to look at his beat up brother. For some reason his bloody nose made Brian grin slightly.
"How did they get you?"

Jack drew his tongue over his lower lip as he smiled slightly at the one question he didn't particularly want to answer for his ego's sake. Out of all the god damned places in LA, he had to get busted at McD's. Not for the B&E, or his mad ass trip through the city, but for public intoxication.. and maybe mouthing off a little.

"They didn't actually 'get' me, they just got lucky and kind of stumbled on to me. Man's gotta eat when a man's gotta eat, right?" He mumbled, leaving the rest of his story up for interpretation as his brow furrowed. If the one and one he put together from Brian's story was indeed.. two, than..

"Tell me you didn't fuck up that RX, man! I almost got swish cheesed getting those keys, and oh hell.. my poor Evo.." His brow furrowed deeper as he let out a pained groan. Hell f he cared about his brother being shot, but those cars.. those were just a crying shame.

"Your poor EVO? You gotta be shitting me. I didn't do shit, bro. I drove like crazy through the city when this one crazy cop showed up, chased me and rammed me right into the wall."
Angrily he glared at Jack. Even with his love for cars hes till cared more about his brother, who...did he just hear that correctly.

Brian took a deep breath and straightened up.
"You didn't just tell me that you went and got a burger instead of coming back and covering my ass?"
His eyes sparkled dangerously at his brother.

Jack chuckled softly as he bobbed his head back against the brick wall behind him. He was not in the mood for one of his brother's hissy fits, not when he was in this cell, his head and nose throbbing like an ass, and he still had hours to go before morning.

"So what if I did, bro. Gonna beat my ass now? Because I'm pretty sure my nose is already broken anyway." He shrugged calmly. "Besides.. what is there to cover when you can't even out-drive a woman?" He mumbled, knowing damn well he was walking a thin line with that one. But to hell with it, he wasn't one for keeping his mouth shut.. not even when it was better for his health.

Brian gritted his teeth. He was really disappointed in his brother drunk or not.
He was tempted to squeeze Jacks nose just a little but he feared the echo so he leaned back on the wall and scowled. "She sucks as a cop but drives really well. And you, Jack, are one of the biggest assholes I know."
He turned his eyes back on the guy who was curiously following their conversation.
"What are you looking at?"

After a while it sank in. "So what did you get arrested for? Not for stealing the car?"

Jack snorted at the most likely well meant compliment. Wasn't the first time he heard it.. "Yeah, at your service, bro." He mumbled with a salute. Right now he could care less about his brother's precious feelings.

He lifted his head away from the wall a bit to look at the man eavesdropping on them, and feigned a friendly smile as he slowly raised his middle finger. Why couldn't anyone just mind their own fucking business tonight, like he had at that burger joint.

"They don't sell alcohol at McDonald's, that's one reason.. The Evo's ass is shot up, as is my leg, that's two reasons.. And Dick didn't like being called Dick, that's three reasons." He raised his eyebrows as he looked sideways at his brother. "You want more? I didn't get caught near the RX, did I.. So no, no GTA for me."

Out of the corner of his eye Brian saw Jack flipping the other guy off, who was in here for who knew what. Brian shot a look at him and then listened even though he didn't want to hear what the hell his stupid brother had to say. He got two things out of the speech.
"So one you pissed off a cop with your smart mouth, I'm so surprised and two you're just incredibly stupid if you got caught for 'nothing'." He laughed out loud.
"That's fucking unbeleivable." Suddenly he started feeling like throwing up again and cut his laughter short ."And three.." He looked at Jack's leg. "You're bleeding..on the floor."
For a moment he fought the urge to throw up but then gave in to the need and ran for the incredibly disgusting metal pissoir in the corner.

Jack furrowed his brow as he moved to look down at the darkened fabric of his pants, the droplets of blood on the floor.. his blood. "Oh shit, I look like I'm on the rag or something.." He muttered as he pressed his hand against the graze, if it was only a graze, either way it stung more now than it had before. Maybe he should have gone to that medic after all. Ah well.. He didn't need all that blood in his body anyway..

His eyes lifted in time for him to see his brother empty his stomach, a sight he could have done without, yet he couldn't help the amused laugh that slipped from his mouth. Brian never did know how to keep his liquor in.

"Want me to hold your hair back for you while you puke, princess?"

The way his gutt was twisting and turning making him heave into a stinky prison toilet was bringing tears to his eyes. It made his knees buckle and made him gasp for fresh air.
He used the sleeve of the white shirt the cops had given him to wipe his mouth. "No thanks, I'll use my scrunchy."
Then he sat down on a bench on the opposite site and thought about his own damn mystery for a while.
"The girls are going to hate us, beat us, squeeze us like lemons..." His eyes drifted close as the alcohol and fatigue hit him.
"You gotta do something or you'll bleed out, bro."

Jack snorted as he, sort of, assessed the wound on his leg, not that he could see much with his pants still on. "I'm fine, drama queen. It's just a cut." He shrugged, and as far as he knew it was just that. He wasn't going to bleed out from no bullet graze..

"Come on now, bro. Don't be so grim.. We had fun while it lasted, didn't we?" He mumbled and chuckled half heartedly. It had been fun, for him at least, up until the point he had to call Faye to bail his ass out. That had not been part of his plan, if he'd ever had one. He never claimed to be smart when he'd had a few shots too many.

For a moment he thought about it. Was it really fun? "Sure was." He chuckled and opened one eye to look at Jack. "Didn't last long enough to find out who wins though and came at too much cost, if you ask me."
He closed his eyes again and smiled to himself. "Faye's going to have you by the balls, you know that."
Of course the same was true for him.
"I'd say I won because they got you first."

Jack let out a laugh and raised his eyebrows at his brother. "Came at too much cost? Bullshit, man. You're just getting old." He grinned before it faded slightly. He knew the cost could have been much higher for him, he wasn't a kid anymore, hell, he was on probation for manslaughter..

"Her having me by the balls, as you so eloquently put it, is really not the worst fate I can imagine for myself right now, bro." He mumbled as he settled his head back against the wall once more, his eyes slowly closing until..

"Like hell you did! Who says they even got me first?! Not to mention you wouldn't even have had the car if it wasn't for me!" Not to mention they wouldn't even be in this cell if it wasn't for him.. But that was a different matter. Brian hadn't won shit. Fucking period.

Brian didn't like being called old by his oh so much younger brother. Mostly because it was true. After thirty he had to realize that things got a little more difficult and healing to just that extra bit longer.
Quickly he shook that thought off and open one eye again to see Jack go on about the race and who had won.

"Course they got you first. You were here when they brought me in. I know that because my lawyer was with you. So you had to have been there for a while,...looser!"

A little grim he added. "Yeah, and thanks very much for the bright idea with the car. I don't know what I'd do without you..oh wait...I do...I'd be at home sleeping soundly in my own comfortable bed with my beautiful wife and without a freaking hole in a my shoulder."

His jaws tightened angrily at Brian's words. He always had been a sore loser, not that he was the loser now, but damn it if his brother wasn't pissing him off with his bullshit.

"Just shut up, ass nugget." He growled as he reached for one of his shoes and pulled it off, throwing it at Brian's head without much of a warning. He would have gone for a punch or something had his brother not still been hanging over the edge of the toilet bowl on the other side of the cell, and had he not been too shot to hell to move.

He didn't bother watching where the shoe landed, or if it even hit Brian as he dropped his head back against the wall and snorted. "So to sum up your own words.. without me you'd be some boring average joe." He shrugged. "To each their own, I guess."

The shoe hit Brian in the head just slightly before it bounced into the toilet. Of course Brian couldn't help but laugh his ass off which made him feel the urge to throw up again. Qucikly he fought back the urge and straightened up. "You get that yourself."
Then he went over to sit next to Jack and sighed. "No, without you my life would be maybe a little boring but also a lot less painful and exciting in all the wrong ways. You just have too much of a tendency to fuck up." That was a fact.

Brian made sure that his left elbow connected with Jacks ribs when he sat down.

Jack furrowed his brow when he more heard than saw his shoe fall in to the toilet, and shrugged at Brian's comment. "Nah, it's fine where it is." He mumbled. Like hell he was going to fish it out of there, he could live with one shoe.

"Too much of a tendency to fuck up, huh? Well, thanks for the compliment, dad.." He snorted. "If only I were more like you, huh, bro? Than I probably wouldn't be sitting here. Maybe than I'd be living the white picked fence dream by now, have 2.3 kids.." He was cut off when his brother's elbow hit him in the ribs. The bastard..

"Dude.. Do that again and I'll show you what a fuck-up I really am." He grumbled as he retaliated with a harder prod of his own elbow in Brian's side. What were they? Three?