Re: [Wayne Tower: Alexanders]
[With Tess and Sam among the youngest of the Alexanders and the only girls, it was no secret they were a pair of Shane's favorites when it came to his siblings. They'd been such little fucking shits, it was hard not to like them. Cal had been in the middle of 'em, but he was quiet and he watched more than he spoke, and Shane gravitated toward giving shit and getting it back. He could sit in silence with Graham, but that was companionable. Maybe if Cal had been more than five years old last the eldest Alexander had seen him, it'd be different. As it was, the man's tooth-draggled smile widened at Boots. The hug hurt.] Fuck you, be fucking careful. [But Shane didn't mind it, as much as his lungs and ribs protested in a fucking lot of pain. Shane tugged lightly on her hair as it ran down her back. Normally, he'd have picked her up, but he couldn't just now.] I told you to be fucking nice to me.
[It was interesting too to see Louis and his fucking accent among the grit and Jersey slant of vowels. Shane patted the man on the back, hard, once Tess released him. He tapped more ashes to the ground.] He fucking expects, yeah, Coco? [Shane smiled loosely, calling out to Joey as he went off in search of booze. He was clearly as happy as Sam to be awash in Alexanders after a long time apart. He looked at Louis.] You're one of us, Lou. Gotta at least call him a name as he goes. [Shane stuck the cigarette back between his teeth as he grinned.]