Sorry if this isn't the best. I might change the first chapter but I really wanted to post something. I'd very much appreciate any comments you can offer. I hope you enjoy and don't worry. This isn't going to turn out with the brother's hating each other or some really mushy FF where Jack realizes his in in love and wants to suddenly marry. And, to add verisimilitude, there will be action, sex, language, and more language.

Jack, Angel, and Bobby were in their usual bar waiting on Jerry once again. The music was blaring through the bar and they were sitting there swapping stories on how their week went. It had been two years since their mom had died. Jack still had trouble dealing with the events and nightmares of his near death experience still haunted him. He was pronounced dead at the scene of the crime due to a pulse rate so low it was undetectable. They had taken him away in an ambulance to receive an autopsy (standard procedure after a death). Apparently, a nurse or doctor had retrieved a pulse. He was in a coma for six months. Jack's brothers hadn't even been notified until he had woken. It was more than obvious that Bobby had raised hell in the hospital, pissed that his brother was in the hospital for six months and he hadn't been notified. So Jack was finally completely healed a year later and here he is now. Back with his band of brothers. Jerry finally arrived at eleven o'clock. He sat down and ordered water.

"Water? You fucking order water!" Bobby exclaimed laughing.

"I don't feel like getting drunk tonight. I promised Camille that I'd go one month without

drinking. Sitting in a bar sure doesn't seem like a smart place to keep that promise but since you

assholes decided to meet here-"

"We always meet here," Angel reminded Jerry cutting him off. Jack was a bit bored. After their mom's death they stuck together like glue. Jack felt like he needed a little space but he knew Bobby would never let him from under his watch. He couldn't even get a date without Bobby's approval. It was beginning to piss him off a little. But its just Bobby's way of showing he cared. Jack surveyed the bar. It was a bit to desolate for a Friday but then again this was one of the worst parts of town. People were probably hitting the clubs too. His brown eyes landed on a peculiar sight. A girl, around his age, was sitting with approximately thirty shot glasses in front of her. More than half were already empty and she continued to down the rest as though she'd never taste alcohol again. Jack continued watching, since nothing else interesting was happening, as the bartender made his way over to the girl and began to flirt with her. Jack checked out the girl, she had dark brown hair and as far as he could tell dark brown eyes. She had long limbs and was decked in black from head to toe. She had on a form fitting work skirt and Jack felt his stomach lurch as she slid one long, lean leg over the other. Her style caught him by surprise. She wasn't the typical girl you'd see in this neighborhood in Detroit.
She was pretty much covered up. He laughed as she turned down the bartender. He came back with more shot glasses and preceded to once again try to hit on her. When she declined again he began to get aggressive. Jack tapped Bobby in the arm and pointed out the situation. The rest of the brothers stood up and made their way over to the girl's table.

"Hey Frank! Get your hands off Serena!" Bobby called out.

"You know her!"