"What's with you and alleyways?"
"Actually, I sit here while I wait, but overall I work in there."
"Not answering the question."
"Dude, shut up."
You're standing beside a shitty ass table that was covered with a navy blue material. You can't really describe it, but you just know that you never want to touch it again. People are walking by the alley on the sidewalk. Some glance over towards you two—a few girls stopped. Well, why wouldn't they? You're getting tired of standing outside and are starting to wonder why you're not inside yet. If it was closed, Dane would've known if he really did work here. The metal door slammed open, and an older male leaned out into the alley, a gruff look on his face.
"Strider!" he snaps, looking down to Dane.
Both of you turn your heads towards the other male, but Dane is the one who replies.
"Sup?"
"I wasn't sure if Teresa was losin' it when she said you were here. What're you doin' out here?" Dane stands up as he talks and makes his way over. "C'mon in, I guess. We got some early risers."
"Thanks," Dane replies, "but I'm not here to work. Just showin' this guy around."
He lifts his head and peers over Dane's head towards you. "Who's this, ya doppelganger?"
You hear the slight laugh and know that there's a smirk. Dane turns slightly and looks back towards you. Yup, there it is.
"That's my bro."
You fight the urge to straighten your posture and give a casual smirk, but it's pretty hard. For some reason, small things got you like that, but you'd be damned if you gave Dane the satisfaction of knowing that.
"One of 'em anyway," Dane says, looking away. He walks up the stone steps to the inside. "I'm still the one and only."
"'One and only'?" The guy repeats, giving a humorous look to the back of Dane's head. "What d'ya mean? He's got your face and everything."
"Well," you begin, raising up and tapping your shades. "Not everything."
The light behind you disappears as the door closes solidly. You hear the male move, and he motions his hand toward the rest of the interior as he walks towards the bar.
"Make yourself at home," he mumbles.
Dane waves a hand in acknowledgement without looking towards him from what you can see. "Will do. My set's back here. I go with the high rollers."
You raise a brow and take a gander at your surroundings, feeling slightly impressed as you notice the scenery change towards the nouveau riche. He leads you further back towards the rooms for the big shots. A couple of doors are opened, and you can see the wine coloured interior. Strings of gold hang decoratively from the ceiling, and there's a dark wood table in front of the lighter red sofa. It was subtle and classy in a way that says "Fuck yeah, I have money". You liked that for some reason, but you weren't the type to flash your cash.
"Pretty exclusive, man," you mumble, still staring at the open rooms as you pass by.
"Yeah," he says, turning towards you as he stops in front of a room. "I guess so."
He pushes down on the handle and opens up the room. It's pitch black at first, but when Dane flips the switch, you couldn't stop the little whistle that slipped past your lips.