Pollux wasn't far behind his brother, having parked the car while Castor went ahead. Seeing their sister after so long felt surreal, he wasn't sure how to feel about it. He missed her greatly, but to him she had the terrible ability to attract the wrong sort of men. Pollux wouldn't be so easily swayed over how much she liked him. He would wait for the idiot to make a mistake and then have some fun with his face.
Taking the stairs quickly, he stopped just behind his brother. Pollux had viewed the dinner as more relaxed, as he would, he dressed in black jeans, running shoes, a white wife-beater with a grey pinstriped t-shirt over it, and a leather jacket.