Ios frowned and slapped Nik's hand away from his nose. "The fuck?" He glared at Nik, visibly annoyed. "Wrong brother there, champ."
That was Gor talk. And Gor, he was not. Not that there was anything wrong with being Gor, Iosef just liked being Iosef more, was all.
Iosef didn't think he'd ever seen so much money in one place, even if a bunch of it was in traveler's checks. Traveler's checks? Lame. What happened to good old (or new when you compared in to Traveler's checks) plastic money? Iosef took the money from his brother with a grin. That had just made his day worthwile.
"Thanks, bro." He looked at the myriad of traveler's checks. "What do we do with those, anyway?"