Just a quick chapter. LOL, it's really short, but I love this aspect of their relationship.
No copy write intended. Mistakes are my own.
"Who pissed in your cheerios?"
Butch and V didn't even cast Rhage a passing glance. Both of them only had one thing on their mind, getting the fuck away from that room. The home theater would now forever be tainted.
With matching scowls and clenched fists, they continued to weave in and out of the huge Brotherhood mansion, occasionally coming across some of the brothers who got the same treatment as Rhage. It wasn't that they were angry at any of them specifically, they were angry at the fucking world. And they didn't appreciate the suppressed amusement on the faces they came across. They knew what was doing then. This wasn't a laughing matter. This was serious shit.
Finally reaching the pit, V wrenched the door open, and they stormed through before Butch slammed it shut.
They immediately began struggling out of their shirts. They could barely stand to look at them. At the disgrace they represented. When both shirts were on the floor they met eyes for the first time since the disastrous event had come to a close.
Instead of seeing the humor of the situation, both of them standing there, shirtless and scowling, they were completely solemn, with frustration and disappointment in their eyes.
"Fuck man…"
"I know. I can't believe the Red Sox lost."