Zeke walked past him, not waiting for an answer as he stuffed the rest of the scratch in his wallet and tucked it into his back pocket.
The place was fucking packed. Good for the Walker Foundation, not good for his patience.
As he wandered around, he spotted some DAMC members working some of the booths. A couple of the DAMC women were selling baked goods made at Sophie’s Sweet Treats.
He’d hit that up after a few beers.
In the distance, he spotted Nix by one of the food trucks and headed in that direction. When he got there, they clasped hands and bumped shoulders.
“Brother,” Zeke greeted.
“Prez,” Nix returned in greeting.
“Lyric here?”
“Yeah, she got a tent set up. Doin’ flash tattoos.”
His younger sister was a master ink slinger, just like their father, Crow. Nix? Not so much. He tried to learn, but he only inherited the artistic gene from one of his parents, not both.
Crow and Jazz’s daughter now ran In the Shadows Ink, and because of her skills, business was booming enough that she had to hire three more tattoo artists.
He had no doubt there’d be a line at her tent.
“Where’s the beer garden?”
“Got it at the back and fenced off so they can card anyone who enters.”
“Your prez needs a fuckin’ beer.”
“Got ‘em in the beer garden.”
“Yeah, but don’t got any fuckin’ scratch. Doubt they’re gonna give me one for free.”
“Probably not since it’s a damnfundraiser.”
“Spot me a twenty.”
After a quick stare down, Nix sighed and pulled out his chained wallet, cracking it open. Before he could grab a single twenty, Zeke snagged all the bills and pulled them out.
“What the fuck!”
Zeke thumbed through the cash. “Got more than a damn twenty. Gonna borrow a Benjamin.”
“Can’t call it borrowin’ when you don’t ever give it the fuck back,” Nix grumbled.
“Got a roof over your goddamn head and all the fuckin’ food, booze, and pussy you’d ever want, right?”
“See you’re still as much of a fuckin’ asshole comin’ outta the joint as you were goin’ in.”
Zeke shoved the hundred into his front pocket and handed the rest back. “Not true. I’m rehabilitated now, ‘cause before, woulda kept it all.”
Nix snorted and shook his head. “My statement still stands.”
“Wanna buy me a beer?” Zeke asked with a grin.
Nix jerked his chin toward Zeke’s front pocket. “Just did. Hope you don’t fuckin’ choke on it.”
“Like Opal did on my dick last night?”
