Who: Elliot and Lefty
When: Monday evening after closing
Where: Lefty’s Pub


After the last of the patrons left, Marcus locked the front door to the pub. It may have only been a Monday but for most of the Cybermen weekdays and weekends were one and the same. He grabbed a tub from the bar and started to clean up the tables of glasses. “Oi tink dis s d’first Monday in f’ever dat we’ve not ‘ad t’kick someone f’r fi-tin’.” He commented, supporting the tub with his prosthetic arm while he deposited a glass.

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Weekdays and weekends were all the same to Elliot, no matter where he was. But it was rare for him to spend time with his brother, so while Marcus cleaned the tables, Elliot cleaned the bar counter. A nod of his head was given to the older brother for the moment. “Yeah, almost seems weird.” He said with a smirk for the moment. But it was good to spend time with his older brother, since the two didn’t do it often since he’d returned home.

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His brother had territory he ran, and normally worked earlier shifts so they never had one on one time. “How’d y’do t’nite?” The boys tended to tip well when they did well. Of course since he’d lost his chrome he’d found tips only coming from the tenured members, or when the oldies forced the young kids to respect the former leader. It was a strange position for him to be in and he frequently thought about closing or selling the bar and just cutting off ties. After all he wasn’t a Cyberman anymore. But he could never bring himself to do it. He may not have chrome anymore but it was still in his blood and he’d die before he let anyone else tell him otherwise.

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Elliot was one to always slap a kid upside the head when they started talking shit about his brother. Just a hit over the head and a glare and those kids shut up. Still, unlike Marcus, Elliots chrome was hidden, because it just made things that much more fun when people learned he was cyber.

“Today was good.” He replied as he glanced over to his brother for the moment. “What about you?” He asked as he leaned over the bar and drank from his bottle of water.

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“As good as ever.” He said. Most of what he made in tips went back into the business anyhow. He finished clearing the tables and then dropped the tub off in the back. There was one other employee working on dishes in the back who took over.

Returning to the bar Lefty rubbed his shoulder, the prosthetic always put a lot of pressure on his shoulders. It was late enough so he reached up and undid the latch on the strap and slipped the item off and placed it on the end of the bar. “Much better.” He then started to wipe down the tables and put the chairs up, all one armed. “Y’still need t’m’erow off?” He asked his brother. “Talked t’Sal an’ ‘ee said ‘ee’d take y’r shift.”

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He watched his brother take off the prosthetic and work one handed. “Sweat ya work better one armed anyways.” He said teasing a bit as he came to nod his head. “Yeah, tell Sal that’s good.” He said about taking tomorrow off. After all, Elliot had agreed to meet Jason for drinks for the night.

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“‘Ey, y’shut it. May ‘ave one arm but Oi can still kick y’r arse.” Marcus reminded his younger brother. Granted he had to use the metal bat he kept behind the bar because most of the guys were enhanced, but sheer natural strength and brutality, Lefty was one of the best. “Y’know y’should come by f’r dinner one o’dees nights.” He offered, glancing back. “Oi ‘ear y’r men finally got caught. Gonna stand b’f’r d’broders dis weekend.”

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“Yeah, I’ll come by this week.” He said about dinner. Hearing that his men were caught he nodded his head. “More like I shoved them. Fucking idiots.” He replied shaking his head for the moment. “Mills gonna get information on the kid for me, should have it in a few weeks.” He said with a nod as he sipped his water for the moment. It was just one kid, what trouble was it really going to be to get rid of him.

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“Dey made d’mess. Y’r cleanin’ it up. Y’know if y’d stuck around y’might’a ‘ad enough of a rep ta take over as leader from me. Instead’a ‘avin’ da boys go back ta da way it’s been.” He honestly had believed his brother had it in him to go far in th Cybermen, but having abandoned the brotherhood only to crawl back when the shiny knights passed him up… the brothers weren’t a second choice and he had a lot of road to make up… which he had been. But he could be so much more if he hadn’t fucked up.

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Elliot brushed Marcus comment away. Yeah, he was aware he fucked up, shit happens. He wasn’t really trying to bring it up right now. “Ya want something done, ya gotta do it yaself. And ya know me. I like getting my hands dirty. It’s what I’m good at.” He said as he tossed the empty bottle into the trash as he watched his brother for the moment. “Sides it’s just one kid. “

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“One kid. One kid dats gone completely up in smoke.” Marcus reminded him as he tossed his dirty rag behind the bar. “But Oi know m’lil broder. Y’r gonna foind dat kid and keep ‘im quiet.” He clapped his brother on the shoulder. “‘Ow ‘bout y’grab a couple cold ‘uns an’ we’ll catch up?” He said gesturing to the freezer as he closed out the cash box. Inserted two sticks, one data stick that pulled all receipt and sale into and a cred stick to pull off the money. He noted a date in each of them and slipped them into the same.

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He didn’t have to tell Elliot twice as he moved to the freezer and grabbed two beers. Handing one to his brother as he took the other. His frame leaning against the bar counter as he popped the beer opened and took a sip. Only to relax for the moment.

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Using the counter he popped the cap off the beer with skill. “So, y’seein’ anyone?” He chuckled. Every time they’d had a family dinner at home their mother would ask them that question. The woman had constantly demanded grand babies, of which her boys had yet to provide. “Serious dough, dat Missy was statin’ at y’ f’most’a da night.” He said, nodding to where the woman had been sitting. “I tink she was waitin’ f’ya t’get ‘er number.”

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Elliot rolled his eyes at the mention of seeing someone. “Ya know me, settled life isn’t my thing.” He replied shaking his head. When he mentioned the girl from earlier he shrugged once more.”I don’t date.” He said easily. “Like I told ma’ me and kids with a wife and a house ain’t my style… Now you on the other hand.” He said chuckling.

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Lefty shook his head as he took a pull from his beer. “Oi sorta lost all ‘ope o’dat when Oi lost m’metal.” Any girl he’d have been interested in was into chrome typically. “Will ‘ave ta be da girls who makes us Uncles.” He chuckled.

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El shook his head. “Chicks around here ain’t my type anyways.” He replied with another shrug. “I can deal with being the uncle.” He added as he sipped at his beer for the moment. His hand combing through his hair for the moment.

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He arched a brow, the women in the red, the chrome… it was exactly what Marcus was attracted to. “What sort’a girls y’into den?” He inquired. “Dun tell me it’s da goody goody girls in da white?”

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Elliot nearly choked on his beer when Marcus asked about the girls in the white. “Nah. I can’t deal with them either.” He replied shrugging his shoulders. “Never thought about a type. Usually just looking to fuck and that’s it.” He replied honestly.

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“M’broder… what a catch.” He laughed. “Prolly best ta avoid da girls ‘round ‘ere any’ow. Dere no’alw’ys da most stable.” Too much chrome could cause insanity. He took another long drink. “But glad y’e gonna come f’dinner. Dah misses y’like mad. Always asks ‘bout y’.” Their father was thier only parent still alive, an angry old man who had lost most of his respect for his second oldest after he’d lost his metal.

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“Miss me, right.” He said shaking his head for the moment. “Old man still being a dick?” He asked making sure to prepare himself for that bullshit reunion. Because apparently Marcus and Elliot were good for nothing.

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“Y’r da golden boy now, he’s gonna be dotin all da praise on y’. An’ no, he dun know ‘bout da recent fuckup.” Lefty spares his father from most gang business. Not that the man spoke much to him anymore, despite living in his house. After their mother died Lefty moved the old man in with him. It had plenty of room for him and still had two guest bedrooms for family. “So I dun tink y’got anytin ta be afraid’a.”

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Elliot rolled his eyes. “That’s fucking worse.” He said as he face planted into his palm for the moment. “Maybe I’ll miss dinner…” He said teasing his brother as he shook his head. “Ima go, but once he starts his shit I’m out.”

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“Oi, tought y’would finally b’ ‘apply wit da recognition. Y’were always jealous when it’was me gettin’ it all.” Marcus chuckled. After their older brother had been killed and Lefty- before he was Lefty- had worked his way into a position that didn’t actually exist, their father had been thrilled. Granted he wasn’t pleased with the treaty, but after seeing what it could give them he was thrilled. “Now y’r da favorite an’ y’r bailin’?”

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Elliot again rolled his eyes. “Ya know me, the old man wasn’t really the one I cared ta make proud.” Elliot wasn’t close to their father, but their mother. Now that was a different story. Still, he shook his head once more. “Da better stop his shit, before i stick his ass in a home.”

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“‘Ee may be an angry ol’man but ‘ee’s still our Dah.” Lefty said in that stern older brother tone. “‘Ee was metal long ‘fore we w’r.”

The older man shook his head and chuckled. “Man not even ‘ere an’ ‘ee’s makin’ us go at each uhder. Man ‘as a way ‘bout ‘im.” Lefty put down his drink and clapped his brother on the shoulder. “Mighty glad ta ‘ave ya back El.” He said, squeezing his shoulder slightly.

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Elliot shook his head. “Yeah, always ‘ad a way ‘bout him.” It was almost comical, when Elliot was around his brother that Irish accent would be a bit more visible as when he wasn’t near him. Still he brought his hand through his hair. “Yeah, good to be back.”

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“Olrite, now ‘nuff’a foolin’ ‘round. We ‘ave a place ta close up. Restock da brews an empty da ice. I’m gonna go close out da till in da back.” Marcus said as he grabbed the cred and data stick before heading to the back with his beer. “An’ when Paul is done wit’da dishes’ll do da floors.” He called back.

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“Yeah yeah.” Is all Elliot said laughing as he came off the bar and wiped it down once more before heading to the back to help Paul.