“Maybe a badass but she's gotta look out for more than her now,” Brandon mused. “No one ever let Alghren go out when she was knocked up, because god forbid anything happen to that baby, but now my sister's pregnant and it's like everyone encourages her to go.” Like no one cared that she'd probably lose her kid, too. “Pretty sure she's not listening to anyone, though, so it doesn't really matter what I think, how I feel.” He rolled his eyes.
Rolling his eyes when once again, in a roundabout sense, Silas stuck up for Rae. One of these days he was going to come unglued on him again. The bitch was going to be the death of him, and Brandon would never forgive her for it, or him for falling into it. “You can send him whatever gift basket you want, but I'll just sit here happy with the thanks I've given him.” People sometimes called Brandon a snob; he hated more people than he liked, so it wasn't a bad assessment. “Though I guess that was more for my sister than him, what the fuck ever.”
Brandon snorted a laugh. “I was pretty fucking drunk then,” he mused, taking a drink from his glass for emphasis. “You know, I think drunk is pretty much my default state. So maybe I do more stupid shit when I'm sober than when I'm drunk,” he pondered aloud with a little chuckle. “I always wondered why he talked about being bitten by a fucking mosquito. A+ to you, bro. Why'd you never tell me you did that?” he added.
Rae. Brandon made a face and turned to look into his glass. “'Course you are,” he murmured, rolling his eyes. “Seriously, man? Going to spend Christmas with her already?” He paused, then looked over at Silas with an incredulous look on his face. “So it's true, then. You two are fucking? Even after I warned you and shit, you're still fucking?” It wasn't a question of if anymore in Brandon's mind, it was a question of why. And when it started. He bit back a comment about the broken arm being the tip of the iceberg, because he didn't want to get into that again, but it was hard as hell not to say anything.