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Jack stops at the bottom of the stairs, hearing loud voices coming from the back of the house. He holds his breath and strains to listen. He doesn't recognize any of the voices so he takes a step back, onto the bottom step.

"Well, are you going to move, Jackiepoo?"

Jack jumps at Angel's voice behind him.

"Who's in there?" He steps back off the stairs and moves to the side to allow Angel to take the lead.

"Bobby has some friends over."

Jack leans to his left so he can see into the dining room. He can only see a few people, but they are just as big as Bobby. He follows closely behind Angel into the kitchen.

"I didn't even know he had friends," he mumbles.

Angel laughs heartily as he flips on the kitchen light. "Yeah, and they're even bigger dicks than Bobby, if you can imagine."

Jack keeps his head straight as he walks past the doorway leading to the dining room. He doesn't like people: people he doesn't know and especially people who are three times bigger than him.

"Hey, Cracker Jack, get me some more beers."

Jack refrains from wincing as he debates ignoring Bobby and going back upstairs. He hears laughter from the other room, and his choice is made. He takes a step forward, to head back to his room, when he sees his oldest brother lying on the floor, reaching for the table to help him up.

"What happened there, Mercer, too much to drink already or is the rug out to get you?"

Bobby laughs along with the rest of them until he's standing and spots Jack in the doorway. He shakes his empty beer bottle at him, an expectant look on his face.

Jack sighs and sidesteps Angel to grab a couple beers from the fridge. He hides his smile as he brings them to the dining room, giving one to Bobby and setting the rest on the table.

"So, this is the newest, Mercer, huh?"

Jack glances at the guy who spoke before returning his gaze to the floor.

"Yeah, this is Jack." Bobby ducks his head, making eye-contact with Jack. "He's supposed to be keeping his fairy ass upstairs, though."

The room erupts with laughter and Jack's face burns, certain that this time they are laughing at him. Bobby shoos him away.

"Sure, Twinkle Toes." Jack walks away quickly without looking at Bobby. He smiles as he hears the guys laugh again, banging their fists on the table and adding quips at Bobby's ungraceful fall.

Jack walks up the stairs, trying to convince himself that was worth whatever Bobby would do to him later.

XXX

Jack is lying on his bed with his headphones over his ears when he fells a rush of wind as his door is opened. He keeps his eyes closed, hoping Bobby will just go away.

"Hey." He hears Bobby's growl over the music but he ignores it.

The music stops as the headphones are disconnected from his tape player, and Jack stiffens. He cracks an eye open in time to see Bobby reaching for the headphones. Jack jerks his head away and pulls them down around his neck.

"What was that about?"

"What?" Jack reaches over to grab his tape player, switching off the silent music.

"Downstairs."

Jack twists to see the clock. It had been over two hours since Jack went downstairs. There is no way Bobby could still be pissed.

"You called me Fairy."

"I always call you Fairy."

"So, I should call you Twinkle Toes more often, then?"

Bobby growls and sets his jaw. "Go ahead."

"Huh?"

"Call me that again."

"No, thanks," Jack answers immediately. He avoids looking at Bobby.

Bobby grunts. "Good answer. Just you wait and see what'll happen if you try it again."

Jack exhales as Bobby walks to the door. He was absolutely expecting a fight—or to be stuck in a headlock for a good hour, at least.

"I don't see how Twinkle Toes is any lamer than being called The Michigan Mauler," Jack mumbles.

Bobby stops dead in his tracks. He slams the door and spins around.

"What the fuck did you just say?"