“Hey man,” Brandon glared at Silas, though he knew he was kidding. “I was totally fun. Just because I was by the book doesn't mean I didn't know how to have fun.” And for that purpose, they had stopped sending Brandon and Regan to investigate party-type noise complaints. Brandon usually didn't make a big deal of it, so long as it wasn't truly disruptive or hurting anyone. “And I'd say Kelley did a pretty good job keeping both of us in line. We'd have been a fucking mess without him.” Brandon probably would've been in jail.
Brandon shrugged. “You say pretty, but chicks think it's rugged,” he said, running his thumb and forefinger along his chin and nodding. “You say the whole 'women can't resist' thing like it's bad, but let me tell you, you aren't wrong, and it's not bad.” Got him a ton of attention, and he couldn't complain in the slightest. Even if it had been a good long while since he'd gotten laid, if he wanted to, it wouldn't take him long.
It was Brandon's opinion that former criminals often made the best cops. “I don't know, you'd have been pretty damn good at knowing where to look.” The force had cleaned up Brandon's life, he imagined it'd have done the same for Silas. “Guess we won't find out now, though.”
“In most cases, it wasn't legit,” Brandon snorted a laugh and shrugged his shoulders. “We were kind of the exception that proved the rule or what the fuck ever that phrase is. We were a pretty damn good team.” Brandon turned his head and smirked at Regan.
He chuckled and shrugged. “You know I'm good for it. We should play some pool or some darts or something.” Anything, really. Brandon was getting antsy just sitting there. “Probably darts, so Mr. Gimpy here can actually be of use,” he added, tossing a snarky smile in Silas' direction.