Silas laughed. “There’s a first time for everything, man,” he shot back. “Probably a fucking sign of the actual end of the world though, so…” he trailed off, eying the bottles before settling on the vodka and SoCo. Reg could have the gin. “We gonna be seeing his face before the New Year?” He was in the wind enough, for lack of a better term, that Silas had stopped trying to pinpoint when Regan would make his way back to Sing Sing. Probably would’ve been better had he been around after Mike’s death, he was the best at keeping Brandon and Silas in check.
“Haven’t seen him back in awhile. Figured he’d be out until spring at least.” Maybe Regan kept up with Brandon better though, since they had that whole cop thing going for him. Some days he wondered how a criminal like him had ended up with fucking cops as two of his closest friends. Zombies were an equalizer; people always said that, and Silas agreed.
“The SoCo, to start,” he held the glass out for Brandon. “Can you believe we made it through another year?” Things were relatively cushy in the compound though, at least now. “At this rate the two of us will see thirty.” A couple more years didn’t seem that hard to live through, even if there was definitely a time –before the zombies even- that he really wasn’t sure that would happen.
He leaned back in his chair, balancing on the back two legs. “You got Christmas all planned out with your sisters?” That was the guess; the Stones were tight enough that he couldn’t seem them not doing the holiday thing. And Brandon was a sucker for his niece. Not that Silas could blame him, Mari was adorable, and he was learning that kids kind of did that. At least if you liked ‘em enough to let them get their adorable claws into you.