Steel's POV
The night went on smoothly, as I already knew it would. Cracker easily got along with everyone there – well, most of them anyway… Prez still didn’t like that we didn’t know who her brother was, and was glaring at her all night. Ashly kept making stupid comments, that Cracker only threw back in her face and Knives – annoying little fucker! – kept flirting with her! But that was just to piss me off, so I’d fight him.
He liked fighting when he got drunk…
“One thing I don’t get,” Knives asked, leaning forward with what I think was his sixth beer of the night. “Why a lawyer? If you hate cops so much, wouldn’t it make more sense to join the mafia?”
Cracker smirked.
“But the mafia has to play by certain rules in order not to get caught,” she said with her usual smirk and shruggin
