A few stories from the point of view of people watching our favorite brothers. I know that others have done this in the past, and I hope that mine are different than others.
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Don't own them just borrowing them for awhile.
One Night in a Bar
The night was going pretty much as any other night. There were the regulars nursing there beers not wanting to go home to the wives. Some women of the night trying to pick up one of those regulars, to help them forget about the wives at home. Some kid that was turning twenty one and his friends were trying to help him kick it off 'right'. I just ignored them all and served the drinks, so I didn't even notice when the two strangers came into the bar and took a set over in the corner. It wasn't until the bartender Hank pointed them out to me that I made my way over to them. When I asked them what I could get for them and they looked up at me I lost my breath for a second. Being stick in a small town and seeing the same guys all my life I was in no way ready for these two. The one with short light brown hair and green eyes flirted out right with me. He ordered two beers and burgers, all I could do was nod. The other one's hair was longer and a dark brown. He didn't say anything to me but when he looked up at me and smiled, it reached all the way to his hazel eyes. I walked back to the bar and handed the order to Hank. He made some comment about them being together, but I ignored him. I couldn't help but watch them, they went from arguing, to laughing in a blink of an eye. When I delivered their food the short haired one flirted some more, but the other one still said nothing. As I walked away I saw that Maggie, my least favorite person, had taken notice of the two and was sizing them up. The last thing I wanted to see was one or both of them leaving with her. I kept one eye on them while I continued to serve drinks. It was getting close to closing time when I saw Maggie making her way toward the two men. I grabbed their bill and got to the table just ahead of Maggie. I handed the bill to hazel eyes and gave him my best smile, which he returned. I could feel Maggie hovering behind me. The short haired one handed me some bills telling me to keep the change. The two stood and left the bar, leaving me with an angry Maggie and a twenty dollar tip. Two days later Hank told me that some nut jobs had broken into the old cemetery and had dug up a couple graves. All the Sheriff found was a bill from this bar that had been torn in half. Call it female curiosity but on the way home that morning I stopped by the Sheriff's office and asked if I could see the bill. At first he argued but when I pointed out that I just might be able to tell him who it might have been he gave in. I forced my hands not to shake as he handed me the clear plastic bag, and there in front of me was the bill from that night for two beers and burgers. I told the Sheriff I couldn't help him and walked back out to my car. As I closed the car door I breathed a sigh of relief, that the part that was missing was the part that had my name and phone number.