BRODELAIDEOOO
Rodeo hooked his arm behind her shoulders when she leaned on him, lifting his glass to his lips for a sip. It was odd, knowing she'd been out in the world without him for so long. They had grown up essentially in the same room of the same rusty trailer their whole damn lives, and Rodeo had known every aspect of Adelaide's life-- and even if his little sister hadn't known the ins and outs of his business, she had always known every aspect of him. It was strange to wonder what she had been doing all that time he was locked up in Otisville, the people she had known and the experiences she'd had. It was strange for her to tell him stories he'd never heard before about moments he hadn't been with her for. "Sometimes it's real weird," Rodeo told her, frowning as he did. "But we're under the same roof again now, ain't we? Now we got each other again."
Rodeo refilled the shot glasses when they finished, wanting to make sure she was tipped right over the edge into a sweet drunken stupor. He'd have his duet, he'd make damn sure of that. "To my baby sister's badass bar," Rodeo agreed, before taking down the second shot with her. "And ain't it fitting that way? Call it a homage to our ancestors, Shortcake. We got drunk in our blood."
"It's a good bar," Rodeo had to admit, nodding. "Besides, only the best for my baby sister. Couldn't settle for less than a fuckin'... marble goddamn bar counter. And a piano. That wasn't all that easy either, y'know. You definitely owe me a whole damn lot o' back-walkin'."