Re: Trailer Park: Brett & Sasha
"Not much of a drinker," he said, shrugging a shoulder. "Never seems to help any." And oftentimes alcohol made everything a whole lot worse. Brett stayed away from drink unless times were really bad. But the demons were all still there in the morning. "Most bars I'm only in if I'm working. So, if your sister ever needs another hand. Not bar work..." He folded his arms across his chest, emphasising the breadth of his shoulders, his stance effortlessly intimidating, with his resting scowl for all that he was easy on the eyes. "Usually work the door. Times when trouble's expected." When he wasn't expected to be pleasant to people. He knew there may be nothing in the offer, but the cemetery didn't pay too well. He'd pick up extras where he could.
Dropping the stance, he leaned back against the siding of his trailer. "Could fix the heat in a trailer, you know. Too many people round here just live with shit. Course, they don't get the chance to get out." Which most would take, he was betting. There were worse things in life than living above a bar.