"Is that the one?"
Barqee smiled, "Thats him."
"You sure?" he glanced up.
"You were there. Yes he's the one."
Victor checked his list to make sure he had everything on it. He was in no mood to come back again this week, or if possible even next week.
"Is that everything, Victor?" the clerk looked to him.
"Yep, seems right."
"He'll be getting these as well," Barqee set a couple suits down on the counter next to Victor's other items.
The young mutant looked up to him with a raised brow, "Oh, it's you." he pushed the suit away, "I need about 2 yards of that fabric please."
"I have a proposition for you," he leaned into him.
"Already have a job, but you know that," he folded the fabric into a bag.
"You like to fight," The man smirked down to him, "Not just for work. It gives you a sense of euphoria. Maybe, power?" Victor ignored him as he got his bill. Barqee handed the money to the clerk.
Vic sighed and looked to the ceiling, "What do you want? I have stuff to do."
"I have a job offering, little boy. Pays better than the one you have now."
"I already have a job that I got a lot of flack for, " he walked off, "Thanks for the hand out."
"Heh," the man walked next to Barqee chuckling, "Oh, I think you have him on the hook."
He crossed his arms and stormed off, "I will get him to come."
X
After putting some items away Vic sighed, "Do you even work now?"
"I do actual day work," Logan said from the bed, "Maybe I should see about getting a job in the fights. You said Bernard is leaving."
The elder shrugged and looked to the clock, "Well time to go."
"I'm going too," he pushed up and followed, "Cant let you have all the fun."
X
"A kid brother?" Terry raised a brow to Logan.
"Trust me, he has a swing," Vic smirked, "Give him one fight."
The man rubbed his chin, "I'll think about it...Regardless you need to get ready for the fight, young 'en."
"Getting ready," he cracked his knuckles.
x
A night of fighting pulled in a few but they needed something to pull a little more money in. Terry decided to give Logan a chance since he would need to replace one of his guys.
"Ok, kiddo, go fight your brother," Terry gave him the ok.
"Can't wait," Logan smiled and walked into the ring.
Barqee stood in the audience, thinking on what to say to the man next to get his attention. He noticed the younger enter the ring and raised a brow. The way those two fought. He noticed something similar in Logan and a smile spread across his face.
"Well this is an interesting turn of events, isn't it?"
x
Logan leaned against the wall as he waited for his brother. That was probably more intense than the crowd was expecting, as they have fist fought ever so often.
"Hello there," Barqee smiled down to him, "You are Young one's little brother, aren't you?"
"Who wants to know?" he forgot that his brother had a stage name here.
"You clearly seem like the smarter of the two. How would you like to make twice as much money as you are now?"
He raised his gaze, "Go on."
"I have a proposition. Come fight for me and I will pay you twice what they give you here. How much do you make? Two dollars a fight? I'll give you three dollars a fight. And if you convince your brother to join and I'll give you four dollars."
Logan looked to him, "How many fights?"
"Guaranteed six fights a week. As many as ten."
He gazed at him in amazement. That would be $24 a week, "What if I can't convince him?"
"You'll still be getting the three dollars," he shrugged, "What do you think?"
Before the young man could even respond his brother stormed over and snatched him by the hair, pulling him away from the man.
"AH, what the h3ll Victor?! Stop!" he hit at his brother's hand and wrist, "Let go!"
"Didn't I ever tell you not to talk to strangers?"
"How would I get a job if I didn't talk to strangers? Or get a place to live?"
"Don't be smart," he let him go and pushed him ahead.
x
Logan stared at his brother as he washed. He was really thinking on this guy's offer and it was just amazing. How could Victor not want to make $24 a week? They would never be broke again. Even if they had decided to leave they'd have plenty saved. And the guy was clearly good for it.
He looked to the five dollar slip the man had given him. He didn't tell Victor, he didn't need to know he'd seen him again.
"Stop staring at me."
"You won't even talk to the guy! He said at least 20 a week! Between the two of us that's 40 a week!" Logan stamped, "That alone is enough for four months rent in one week. And let's not forget food and all new wardrobe. In a month we could own this apartment!"
"I just bought your rotten ss new clothes," the eldest scoffed.
"We would be set," Logan complained.
"You are incredibly ungrateful, you know that?"
"I'm not being ungrateful. I do appreciate the things you got me, but don't you want something a little better?"
"Far as I'm concerned this is as good as it gets," the elder shrugged and rammed a spoonful of rice into his brother's mouth, "Now shut up and eat your food. Conversation over. And if I find out you're talking to that masochist I'll smack ya good."