Chapter 87-01
"Thank Christ." Del Dempsey, a viper in a tank top, grimaced as she unhooked two glasses from beneath the bar and hit them up with a generous helping of the good stuff. "When I saw you walk in back then, I thought you were the other one."
Downing the shot, sliding the other over to him, Del inclined her head towards the bottle, a silent bid for a refill. Raven necked the brandy, a hiss sizzling past his clenched teeth, before throwing out the go-ahead to top them both off.
"Talking 'bout my brother?" Of course she was. Stupid question, but it passed the time, and that was something he had by the abundance.
"Oh yeah." The second helping went down as smoothly as the first, and a heavy sigh followed. The gelled javelins for hair, each one dyed an outrageously neon hue, a sta
