If there was one sound Jack knew well, it was the sound of cuffs. Not that he had gotten himself arrested that many times, but he owned a pair himself and many women had discovered the more fun side of them. This though, was anything but fun, and he doubted Brian was even as much as joking when they closed around his right wrist first, all the while reading him his rights. Just like a real fucking cop...

"You're fucking kidding me, right?!" He pulled his arm away from Brian, the cuffs still dangling around his wrist. He yanked at the cuffs. Locked. Of course. His eyes moved away from his wrist and back up to his brother, his face showing his growing anger he no longer bothered to hide. If Brian seriously thought he could arrest him, his own damned brother, he was dead wrong. He grabbed Brian's shirt with both his hands. It was his turn to push his brother back against the first wall he could find, and he did so with a lot of force.

"Give me the keys, Brian. Give me the fucking keys!" He growled through gritted teeth. His right hand, the one with the cuffs dangling from the wrist, let go of Brian's shirt and he balled it in to a fist. He wanted to hit, he really did... His jaws tensed as his fist hit the wall (rather painfully) right next to his brother's head instead. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't deny Brian was still the reason he was walking around a free man tonight. On the other hand though.. he was still a stubborn prick on a good day..

"You know what. Never mind. I don't need anymore of your so called help. I'll just pick the lock and send them back to your office." He gave his brother another hard shove before he let go. He didn't need Brian to cover his ass, nor did he need Brian to keep that same ass out of jail.. though he should probably scratch the latter altogether now.

The cuffs had done excatly what Brian intended. Piss his brother off something aweful.
Even though he hit the wall hard with his back and the stone hurt it was well worth it. When Jack's fist came flying Brian ducked because he was sure that it would hit him square in the face , not the wall next to it. "Fucking idiot." He laughed out loud out of mere reflex.

When his brother played 'oh-so-grown-up-wise-guy' Brian snarled and held up the keys.
"You want these?" He dangled them in the air and when Jack tried to reach for them threw them back into the dark alley just before he grabbed Jack by the back of his shirt, spun him around and made him run head first into a trash can before he let a good kick in the ass follow.
"I think it's called...resisting arrest!" He laughed without any humor but full-blown anger attack.

People always told him he had a thick skull, but it didn't stop him from seeing stars when his head hit the metal trash container, and the additional kick in the ass was more than unnecessary. He winced a bit as his fingers touched his forehead. He could already feel the lump growing there, and it only enraged him even more when he heard his brother's words. 'Resisting arrest' his ass, but if Brian still wanted to play cop, well.. he might as well beat said cop out of him.

He turned around and lunged at Brian, using the cuffs around his right wrist in some kind of knuckle duster fashion when he laid the first hit on his brother's face. A second one followed, aimed straight for Brian's nose, and he could almost feel bone cracking under the force. "Fuck you, Brian." He spat. "You wanna play cop on me? I'll treat you like a fucking cop! Nobody out here is gonna care about your sorry ass!" Even if someone was watching the fight, in this neighborhood no one ever called the cops. People on this side of the city took care of their own business, and minded only their own, part of the reason why he even lived here. That, and the cheap and only rent he could afford.

He grabbed Brian's shirt and pushed him back against the wall like he had done before. His face was awfully close to his brother's as his teeth gritted a bit in anger. "The only reason I even came to you, was because I knew you'd be stupid enough to help. You think I give a rats ass about your so called life? Your fucking career?" He growled. His violence against Brian was nearing a line, actually.. he had already crossed it, and he seemed to throw even more of his over the years built up anger against his brother in his next face-breaking punch.

He let go of the shirt and forced his angry breathing back under control. He could feel the warmth of blood on the skin of knuckles, and he wasn't sure whether it was Brian's or his own. But he was sure that if Brian didn't back the fuck down, he was afraid he'd start hitting his brother so hard, he'd become an only child.

Because he was so pissed off Brian had practically been asking for a fight. The whole 'arrest' was only to piss of his brother and it worked. But the cop had counted on a fair fight. He really didn't expect Jack to use the handcuffs as knuckle duster, which hurt much more than just a plain old fist and did more damage as well.
The first hit he could evade partly and it only graced his cheek, which immediately started burning because of the metal scraping off a layer of skin but the second one was brutal. It hit him right on the nose and before he could blink tears were shooting into his eyes and blood out of his nostrils. It hurt like a bitch and made him topple over and clutch his hands over his face. Immediately copper taste filled his mouth as the blood ran over his lips. When Brian looked at his hands in the dim street light they were completely covered in blood. Jack had broken his nose.

He only heard part of the swear words his brother, well previous brother threw at him, but some of them made sense. Nobody would help a cop out here or interfere in a fight.
Jack had taken this to another level. It wasn't their usual punch up any more. it was far beyond that. If Brian didn't get a good punch in quickly Jack might finish him off and leave him to die.
Jacks next words about him being to stupid were hurtful but mostly in a way that he simply didn't know his brother any more. He had misjudged him.

Brian straightened up again pinching his nose with his left hand while trying to keep his brother at a distance with the other.
"What happened to you?" He muttered before he caught Jacks next hit with his left eye. The steel split the skin under his eyebrow and more blood blinded him before his eye started swelling shut and he stumbled back against the next wall.
All he could do right now was use the wall for balance and cover his face with his hands and forearms. He didn't even dare to slide down the wall.

The cop couldn't see him or hear him but was sure Jack hadn't left yet.
His mind simply couldn't compute what had gotten into his brother. Was it the hate against cops, frustration about the job gone wrong, something else? Whatever it was Brian didn't expect Jack to beat him this badly. He had never done that before and it was clearly past every line he would draw himself. During their younger years punch ups and wrestling were a weekly event and occasionally one of them would get a black eye. Jack had always been good natured and drawn the line before somebody actually got hurt even if he was fighting other people. What had happened to his brother over the years?

All he said in return to Jacks rant was. "I don't even know you anymore."
His knees buckled and he slid down the wall dropping his hands unwillingly to soften the fall. If Jack wanted to finish him off he'd get his chance now. The pulsating pain from his swelling nose and eye plus the blood in his eye and mouth his head spinning. With a shaky hand he reached for his gun, cocked it and placed it in his lap as if he was warning Jack not to go any further.

Jack watched as Brian slumped down against the wall helplessly, and while the light coming from the street was dim, he could easily see how blood covered his brother's face. But even then he couldn't bring himself to feel an inch of quilt for what he had just done. Brian had deliberately pushed him in to a fight, so what else had his brother expected? A love tap? A good ol' fashioned brotherly rumble for old times sake? To hell with that. This wasn't Barstow anymore, nor was this them kidding around. Brian had slapped fucking cuffs around his wrist, and proceeded by kicking him around..

He snorted at his brother's words as he kneeled down, lowering himself to Brian's level. "What's wrong, Brian? Are you not laughing at your stupid little brother anymore?" His voice was low and full with barely held back contempt. Of course Brian didn't know him anymore. He wasn't the same person he was ten years ago in many ways, but then, who fucking was?

His eyes lowered down to Brian's lap, down to the gun that was being placed there. He wasn't even surprised when he heard the sound of it being cocked. He was sure it served as merely a warning for now, but still.. He drew his tongue over his lower lip and slowly nodded his head as his eyes moved back up to Brian's.

"So that's how it is, huh? You gonna shoot me now? Because I gotta tell you. I can't help but wonder what mom would say about this if you did pull that trigger on me, dear brother." He smiled briefly before his expression turned back to being almost devoid of emotions. He moved quicker than his beaten up brother could when he snatched the gun away from Brian's hand, all without discharging it. As he stood back up, he let the clip drop out of the bottom, pulled the slide back to pop the chambered bullet out and dropped the now useless gun back in his brother's lap.

"I'm still your fucking brother, Brian. Whether we both like it or not."

Through the haze of blood and pain Brian could barely see Jack until he was right in his face. He wiped the back of his hand over his eye to see a little clearer.

When he realized that Jack was taking his gun it was already too late.
For a second he feared that his brother would actually pull the trigger on him, the pig. Instead the clip dropped onto the asphalt and the 9 mm landed in his lap again.

'Still...brother.'
"Fuck you." Was his immediate reaction to Jacks words while he kicked at his legs for a lack of better moves.
Brian didn't need nor want a brother like Jack nor would he make any efforts to safe his brothers ass from the cops or bad guys any more.

If only Jack knew that Brian never meant to arrest him but the cuffs were simply a way to jank his chain. But he was way too insulted and lost his faith in Jack to bother to explain. After what he'd just done and said Jack was history to him.

From such a cool scene of a cool movie....yeah bloood!

Jack scoffed, standing just out of Brian's range as he watched his brother's pathetic and failing attempt to.. what? Kick his legs out from under him? "Yeah, fuck me." He repeated with derision in his voice. He didn't expect Brian to care about his ass anymore, not after what he had said and done. He had hit hard, both with his fist and with his words, and he didn't even need to look at his brother's bleeding and battered face to know how he had crossed that thin line so easily.

Yet despite having crossed said line without even thinking though, it didn't mean he had lost all his sanity. He could walk, leave his bleeding brother behind, sure.. but contrary to current popular believe, he still had some form of a conscious. He knew they were in some shady alley in an even shadier neighborhood, and he knew Brian wouldn't last here. Not in his current condition.

"Are you done now?" He asked as he waited for Brian to at least stop kicking his feet at him before he kneeled down once more. He reached his hand out and grabbed Brian's chin, moving his face from side to side as he inspected the injuries as best as he could through all the blood. "You're gonna need stitches." He mumbled before he let the chin go.

Even he now couldn't deny his brother didn't look like he could really stand by himself anymore, and thus his next action was sliding an arm around Brian's back, hoisting the cop up on to his own feet. "I'll take you to a doctor..." He mumbled as he supported Brian on their way out of the alley. There could have been some humor in this all, if it hadn't been so god damned serious. He had fucked up his brother, all the way up until the point where Brian felt it necessary to draw a gun on him to get him to back off, and now he was offering his help like it hadn't been him who had done this.

As soon as Jacks hand reached for his chin he slapped it away and growled. "What the fuck do you care?" Sure, the amount of blood that was still running down his face and neck soaking his uniform proofed that the guy was right but he was the last one he wanted near him right now.

Hadn't his knees been so wobbly and vision blurred by the sticky red liquid Brian would have delivered a few punches himself. Now all he could do was pull his arm away from Jacks support and push him away before he stumbled against the next trash can.
"You're the fucking pig, Jack, not me."
His fingers clung to the top of the metal container to remain on his own two feet but slowly they slipped down leaving bright red streaks on the surface.

taking in his surroundings as good as he could he knew he'd be pretty screwed hanging around here in his current state wearing a Miami PD uniform. He'd quickly become an easy prey. With disgust he grabbed Jacks arm again and swayed out of the alley as if he'd had a whole bottle of whiskey.

Deep down he wondered why Jack first beat the crap right out of him and then seemed to develop somewhat of a conscience. Couldn't he have done that a little earlier? Did he regret his actions or was he worried to have his brother on his conscience?

Disgusted he spat some blood on the ground and made sure not to miss Jacks shoe before he cocked his head back and carefully pinch his swollen nose to stop the blood from flowing. Jack would pay for this-one way or the other.

Jack raised his eyebrows as his hand was slapped away. What the fuck did he care? Did he really have to repeat his earlier words on how they were still fucking brothers? Maybe they weren't brothers by choice, but they sure as hell were brothers by blood. Whether Brian liked it or not, it was something that couldn't be changed.

After he helped Brian up, he was pushed away again, which was understandable in a way, as he was the sole reason Brian even needed help. He watched his brother stumble and lean against a trash container, and he couldn't stop the snort that left him even if he had wanted to. "I'm not the one wearing the uniform here, Brian. But if you don't want my help, fine. Rot. It's all the same to me. Just know that this neighborhood has one of the highest police murder rates in Miami. You don't want to be out here alone, wearing.. that." He nodded his head towards Brian's clothes, even though through all the bloodstains they were hardly recognizable as a Miami PD uniform anymore.

He could see the disgust in Brian's eyes even as his brother made the choice to except his help after all. Better to trust the degenerate little brother a little longer, huh? Truth was though, he barely offered the help out of the goodness of his heart. He just didn't want to turn the news he never watched on to see his brother had been murdered in or around this neighborhood because he had left him here to his fate. Ironically, he'd rather not indirectly, as they say, have Brian's blood on his hands.

His jaws tensed in renewed anger as the blood hit his shoe, and he stopped walking, forcing Brian to do the same. " You really want to do this with me now? Just fucking walk, man." He growled as he pushed Brian onwards again, a little harder than his swaying brother could probably handle at the moment. He would drop the fucking cop off at the nearest doctor's office he could find and that would be it as far as he was concerned. It'd be the last time he willingly bothered with his brother.

As he stumbled forward a smile played on his lips. The blood on Jacks shoes gave him a tiny bit of satisfaction. He barely caught himself before he hit a parked car.
Again he wiped at his eye with his already dirty hand.
While they made their way along the dark road, which was only lit by a few intact street lights. Some were flickering, some long broken by stones. The few cars that passed the two men made sure not to stop.
So the walk was long and gave Brian a lot of time tot come up with various revenge plans one worse than the other.
His questions. "Where are you going to bring me at 4 in the morning?" was answered soon when they approached the building Jack lived in.
Wild thoughts of dingy backrooms, for the friends of outlaws with bullett wounds came to Brians mind when he set foot into the ugly, run down house.
"I hate you." brian said from the bottom of his heart.
Whatever Jack had in mind wouldn't make his revenge any less violent.

Jack had said the job was going to be easy (she had her doubts he was after all breaking into an impound lot, and if it was easy she could have gone along with him), that he wouldn’t be long, simple in, and out and that he would be home before she knew it, that Brian was going to have his back. Neither of those made her any less edgy then she had been when he told her about the idea. So when 11pm came and went and then 12, and then 1 she started getting nervous, she wasn’t foolish enough to ring him, even as tempted as she was. No she simply waited.

Somewhere along the line she must have fallen asleep because when a noise outside the apartment door, she jarred awake. Her fingers shifted, looking for her phone which had fallen to the floor and somehow managed to slip under the sofa. With a grumbled breath she shifted enough for her to grab the phone, slide it up and see the figures. 4am and there was still no sign of Jack. It wasn’t looking good..

Letting out a breath she pushed herself up, she had a crick in her neck and she rolled her shoulders trying to relieve it. Letting out a breath she wandered towards the windows, pushing the curtains aside to look outside.

What she saw did nothing to calm her worry. She moved quickly, fingers already sliding the lock aside, and then was pulling the door open her gaze locked on Jack and Brian, Brian who looked like he had been hit by one of the cars instead of stealing it.

Gesturing them inside she closed the door behind them before hurrying towards the kitchen where the first aid kit was kept, and fully stocked, when living with Jack you really didn’t know what to expect when he came home. “What the hell happened” She questioned, it was directed at both of them even though her gaze was locked firmly on Brian. She took a seat on the edge of the table which was in front of the sofa and looked towards Brian, fingers expertly shifting to the first aid kit, prepping what she was going to need.

Uneasily Brian looked up in her face...the lawyer, Jacks girlfriend, anything but on his side. Yet she told them to come in and hurried away just to come back with a first aid kit.

Finally Brian freed himself from Jacks support and looked around for the best spot to sit without creating stains that would stay forever. If his head hadn't been throbbing so badly he might have considered to stay on his feet but he had a headache that could easily split his skull. So he slouched down on the old sofa hoping not to get it too dirty.

'What happened' Faye asked and before Jack could come up with some crazy story Brian pointed at him. "My 'brother' happened." The look he gave his brother could have easily blasted him to bits.

He wiped his sleeve over his mouth to get rid of the blood on his lips. It tasted horrible.
Worried and anxious he watched Fayes hands roam around in the kit and set out stuff. "I hope you know what you're doing."
Should he really let her touch him? After all she hated cops as well and had clearly stated her opinion about him in particular.

Faye turned her gaze from Brian over to Jack and then back to Brian her hands stilled inside the first aid kit and her brow momentarily furrowed. She had known jack to loose his temper many times, but to loose his temper this bad it had happened only a handful of times. She wanted to ask what the hell had happened but that was going to he a question for another time. Brian wasn’t her favourite person and apparently he wasn’t Jack’s either, but he was bleeding on her sofa.

“I thought he was helping you?” She questioned Jack only she didn’t shit her gaze away from Brian, he was trusting her, which was actually a bad thing. With a shrug he let out a breath pouring antiseptic onto the cotton.

She gaze no warning when she reached forward and pressed it over the cuts on his face, it was actually pretty hard to see what was a cut, what was blood and what was his face, at the moment they all just moulded into one, Jack really had gone into town own brother. Her thoughts drifted over to Joker, she knew why he was in town, even if he hadn’t admitted it to her, and she wondered how much sway she still held with him, if she could get him to help her, help them.

With a breath she shifted away her thoughts and continued wiping at his face, trying to get rid of the blood so she could see the damage. “Doesn’t look like you need stitches” She stated flicking her gaze back to Jack once more, there was still worry in her eyes, but when she returned her gaze back to Brian the look had vanished.

"I was." Brian muttered. 'I'm a bloody fool' He thought to himself...'in the truest sense of the word'.

The antiseptic being rubbed over his face stung like hell and caused Brian to jump up and push her hand away. "Ow, damnit!".
As he had suspected Faye would just use the situation to finish what Jack had started. "Doesn't look like you know what you're doing." He growled and grimaced.

"Just give me some band aids and a cool pack and call a cab, okay?"
Again he wiped at his nose that just wouldn't stop and left small droplet of blood on the shaggy old carpet.
With his head doing a roller coaster ride he leaned against the wall. Who knew. If he passed out right here and now they'd simply dump him in the next best container.

Then a thought hit him. "What if somebody saw us..."

Faye narrowed her eyes at the man before her, she hadn’t liked his attitude before and she wasn’t liking it now, with a huff she shook her head and dropped the bloody cotton wool on to the table at her side.

“You want my help or not…you do you need to stop being a god damn baby and suck it up” Licking her lips she reached for one of the smaller bandages they and reached forward ready to squeeze his nose (extra hard) to stop the bleeding when his words caused her breath to hitch in her throat and her gaze once more to wander over to Jack and then over to Brian.

“You said simple” Her words were directed at Jack “In and out” Furrowing her brow she shook her head. Licking her lips she pressed the bandage onto Brian’s nose, squeezing to stop the flow of blood, but enough to actually allow the blood to flow where it needed to.

“Keep that pressed there” She muttered, grabbing the bloodied cotton wool and heading to the kitchen to dump it.

It took everything the cop had not to smash his onw fist on the womans nose when she pressed the band aid on the cut on his broken nose. Maybe Jack was into these s&m games but Brian surely wasn't. "Ice pack." He pressed out while he kept watching droplets fall to the floor.
"Turn on the news." He more or less shouted at either one of them. Brian needed to know how much information the cops had gotten on them and whether it was time to run from the city already. "If a SWAT team drops into your window I don't want to be around."
While he was still pressing his nostrils closed he grabbed some cotton from the table with his other hand, pressed it onto the gash above his eye to keep the blood from running into his eye and screwing up his vision.

Behind him the news came on. After a few other reports he heard. "Tonight two men disguised as police officers broke into one of the Miami police departments impound lots and not only stole two vehicles but also caused a detonation, which destroyed the majority of the high value vehicles. The two men were about 6 foot and escaped by car, which they exchanged for a black Mitsubishi EVO during the pursuit. If you have any information call the....." The TV was turned off.

Suddenly the headache had become at least twice as severe. "Fucking genius!"

Jack moved inside without answering the obvious question of what the hell had happened. He was sure Brian would, and when his brother did, he snorted as he rummaged through some of their shit in a desk drawer, looking for something to pick the cuffs' lock with. Sure, he had happened. And that was that, right? Bullshit. In his opinion (which, in his opinion, is the only right opinion) Brian was the reason he couldn't scratch the two cars off of his list now, the main reason the Evo was in the shop, and the reason why he had cuffs dangling from one wrist... Yeah, he had happened, and he had happened for fucking good reasons.

He sat down in one of the old leather chairs and glared back at his brother as he bent and straightened the paperclip he had found, before turning his attention on the cuffs. He shoved the end in the keyhole, and he snorted again at Brian's answer while the cuff sprung open within mere seconds. Was. Good use of past tense there, bro. If he had known tonight would turn in such a fucking disaster..

As he tossed the cuffs on the coffee table, he barely, if at all, suppressed a grin hearing Brian shout out in pain. At least there was some justice to his kindness for bringing his brother here. He still couldn't move himself to feel guilty, or even feel sorry towards Brian. The bastard had it coming for a long, long time.. and if he could do it again, he might have even hit for a fourth and a fifth time. Though the decision to stop had probably been the right one, as he wasn't sure how many of those hits Brian could have truly taken before.. well..

His eyes then lifted and he furrowed his brow. "Nobody saw us. Alright?! They don't know shit it was us." His eyes moved from Brian to Faye, and he simply shrugged her words away. It had been a simple 'in and out', up until the out went rather.. wrong.

His attention turned back on Brian at the near shouted request to turn the news on. "Would you fucking relax?" He growled as he stood, reached for the remote and turned the TV on. The news babbled on with it's usual bullcrap until it was replaced with a special report.

"Tonight two men disguised as police officers broke into one of the Miami police departments impound lots and not only stole two vehicles but also caused a detonation, which destroyed the majority of the high value vehicles. The two men were about 6 foot and escaped by car, which they exchanged for a black Mitsubishi EVO during the pursuit. If you have any information call the....."

He turned the TV off right there, and his teeth gritted slightly as he all but smashed the remote back on the coffee table. "Keep your fucking calm, Brian. You heard them. Two men, 6 foot. That could be any guy in this fucking city, hell, this fucking planet. The only problem is the Evo, but she's at Larry's and I trust him enough to know he won't say shit." He ran his hand through his hair before he looked at his disheveled brother.

"Are you on duty tomorrow? You just go to work, act like nothing is wrong. And for fuck sakes, let Faye dress your wounds, maybe she can even cover most of it with a little make-up." He didn't even smirk or make an extra pun this time. No, he was deadly serious for a change. The cops had already been on his scent for GTA. Anything suspicious between him and his cop brother would send those bloodhounds howling for his ass. Now of course there was still the Evo, but he would take care of that. One way or another.

"Fuck!" He spat as he kicked the cheap coffee table over. Everything on it, including the med kit, flew across the living room. This was turning in to a bigger fucking mess than he had expected it to, and he wasn't talking about the shit on the floor..

Jacks outburst made Brian flinch again. If he didn't play by his rules he might add a few more cuts to his face. This was the very first time ever that Brian was slightly afraid of his brother.

They were in deep shit, both of them because if anybody looked up his brother and the car that was registered in his name the EVO would pop up.
Without even looking at Jack Brian adressed Faye. "Please tell me that the EVO is registered in your name...otherwise they'll be knocking on your door.." He looked at his watched. "...in about 12 hours."

His anger was slowly replaced by worry. His mind was working over time on a plan.
Dropping the bloody cotton on the table he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off.
Then he got up and shoved it in the trash can.
"Where's the bathroom?"

He dissappeared in the bathroom to have a look in the mirror at the damage. Placing both hands on the sink he stared at his ugly reflection. Jack had put his full ass into messing up his face from the swollen nose to a scratch on the cheek and a pretty big cut, that was still bleeding above his eye. Not to mention the splitting headache that made him grit his teeth.
"How on earth are you going to disguise that?" He hollered out before he let water run across his hands and then hung his head under the tab to clean off most of the blood.
"Fucking genius!"
The rest got wiped on the pink towel next to the sink.

A little cleaner he came back out and sat on a chair waiting for Faye. "Okay, now can you be a little gentler, maybe?"

While he was thinking about how to get out of this and what to tell his boss the next day he mind kept wandering to the other end of things...why he was in this situation in the first place. Why had he helped his brother if all he got in return was a spit in the face. And why on earth did Jack agree to jack cars?

His dark gaze met Jacks and he slowly muttered. "Why did you choose this? Why not find another way out of this dump? You got a good girl. I'm sure she could have come up with something."

She wanted to believe Jack, his words were so sure, and then the news came on and her heart sank even from her position leant against the door frame of the kitchen she could hear it and her gaze shifted over towards Jack. “Jack’s right, no descriptions, just a general one” That was slightly good news, two males, six foot that was half the population of the entire freaking world, neither Jack nor Brian had anything that would set them apart.

Chuckling slightly to herself she licked her lips stepping out of the kitchen and back over towards Brian and Jack. She was halfway to the coffee table when Jack swiped out in anger and kicked it away. Swallowing she shook her head, dark eyes flicking between Brian and Jack. Something had gone down between them tonight, something which had left Jack in a shitty mood.

Sighing she looked over towards Brian nodding her head, “Yea we haven’t had chance to register it in Jacks name yet” She stated softly. Gesturing vaguely to the bathroom she wandered over to Jack, touching his face softly. “What happened baby” She questioned, it was clear in her soft tone and wide eyes she wasn’t talking about the job, but more what had happened between Jack and Brian.

Brian returned from the bathroom before he had chance to answer and she sighed, dark eyes flicking over to Brian one brow raised “That was gentle” She stated “Not my fault you pissed him of” With a shrug of her shoulder she walked over towards him, gaze wandering over his face, luckily the bruises wouldn’t turn out to bad until tomorrow, especially considering she was refusing to give him an ice pack which draw out bruises.

“Iv got some stuff that will hide most of this” She stated softly, dark eyes sparkling as she tilted his head back.

His question caught her by surprise, and even though it was aimed at Jack she felt like hitting him upside the head. “Because rent and college are expensive, and races just don’t cut it”

Brian looked up into her furious face. Why was she so upset about a legit question. "Hey, don't get your panties in a knot. It's not like everybody going to college turns to crime."
He braced himself for a slap from her side but relaxed soon.
At least the car wasn't traceable to Jack. "At least one smart move to register the car in her name." He told Jack who had gotten the cuffs of his wrist...in record breaking time.

"Can I get an aspirin?" He asked his voice dripping with reproach.

Then he thought about another aspect. "Can you two come up with alibis for tonight?"
Brian knew he didn't need one. Even if anybody linked him to the theft he had a good reason to be there...well, to watch, not to blow up expensive cars. There would be an aweful lot of explaining to do even if Faye worked magic and managed to cover up a fat nose and bruises that would surely start to form by morning.
"Damn, Jack, why did you have to blow up the cars? Why? That just made everything complicated. And why did you shoot the fucking car? I don't get you? You work at a garage! Has mom dropped you a few too many times?"
Even though his brother had just openly shown how much he hated Brian, he couldn't help but worry that this might be the end of his brother and whoever was behind this would send the guy from the restaurant to put a bullet between his eyes.