"Where the hell you been?” The door wasn’t even fully open before his cousin’s voice hit him.
Renrael grit his teeth and dropped
his camping pack just inside the door. He shrugged out of his his jacket
and tossed it onto the waiting chair. If it happened to hit said
cousin, Renrael didn’t mind.
“Out. Had a date.”
“Another one? Better not be a fucking guard again. Over night, too. You must really like this one.”
“Different girl. And we didn’t sleep
together. I didn’t sleep with either of them.” He turned to face the
other man, taking in his slumped posture, the rumpled shirt, and the
beer bottle in his hand. “You owe me for all these beers. And the silver
you took two weeks ago. I didn’t forget, I...