WHO: Evan and Elliot WHAT: Drunk bro time. Yes indeedy. WHERE: Guard tower 4. WHEN: April 28th, 2019, nighttime. RATING: Probs medium for language. STATUS: In progress
This was... long needed. It wasn't that Evan didn't love every second that he spent with Leah; he did. He definitely did. And he knew exactly how lucky he was to have her attention. But sometimes, even guys like Evan who were borderline feminists, needed to have time around the guys.
Not to mention that it was sort of emotionally exhausting, leading a revolution. His current task, trying to covertly get people from in a city crawling with government agents and people they couldn't trust, wasn't an easy one by any stretch of the imagination. Between that and working on trying to covertly gather information on Leah's daughter, where she was being held and what they'd been doing to her, Evan was in drastic need of some guy time to decompress.
He'd saved one of the lone twelve packs of beer that he'd found on the shelves at the department store, knowing that eventually, a time like this would arise.
They'd already drank a few—Evan wasn't a very big fan of beer, but if it got him drunk, he was pretty okay with it right then—and talked about a few simple things; how Sing Sing was working for them, plans for future baby-themed looting trips. Evan knew, though, deep down, that there was a pressing issue bothering Elliot. His brother was being sort of an ass to everyone who tried to help him. At least to Elliot and Rae. And knowing that Elliot was someone who cared as much about his brother as Evan did about his siblings, he knew it had to be eating at him.
So, the only problem now was how to broach the topic.
He walked over to the messenger bag he'd carried up to the guard tower and rooted around in it, coming out with a fifteen-inch circular dart board and a handful of darts.