In a corner of the local bar stood a young man leaning against the wall in a careless manner. He was taking a slow drag of his cigarette while he fixed his eyes on the back of another guy playing poker at a table nearby.
'Damnit' he thought, 'he's not gonna win', 'I really need that fucking money tonight'. His fingers started to drum nervously on the wall behind him and he shifted his weight uncomfortably.
He wasn't in a good mood, quite frankly, he was pissed. He owed some money to a guy you really didn't want to owe anything, especially not when you couldn't repay him. And now his brother was blowing any chance he ever had at getting the money he needed in time.
He shook his head lightly as he realized he had a serious beating to look forward to later that night. Well he thought it's better to just get it over with so he walked over to the poker table and tapped the blond guy's shoulder.
"Is it time?" the blond boy asked him as he turned around to look at him, his eyes sparkling wildly.
He smiled to him self, his brother had always liked a good fight and he even liked them more when he was outnumbered, he liked a challenge. Himself he felt his hands getting sweaty and his mouth dry up. He was always nervous before a fight, his blood running warm in his veins, his heart pounding wildly. It was like he could see much clearer from the adrenalin, yet it was like he was walking in a dark tunnel, only seeing what was straight in front of him. He wasn't scared just exited.
As they made their way down the deserted street they were both silent, trying to collect themselves and get ready for a severe beating.
"Got my money Devin?" a dark haired guy walked out of the shadows...
Just a teaser, if anyone finds it interesting please let me know and I will continue..