Locke wondered for the tenth time what the hell he was doing at a bar on a Thursday night. He rubbed the top of his head. It was still sore from where he'd banged it on the low-hanging beam when he'd bounded down the stairs from his bedroom to Tonic's repetitious knocking. Fucker forgot his keys.
Grrr. Why he let himself get talked into accompanying both his brothers to the bar tonight, he would never know. He had better things to do than sit in this pile of matchsticks. He thought, and growled to himself.
"Like what, Locke? What else would you be doing?" Bolder asked.
"I could've walked in my fur a bit. Ran through the woods," he shrugged.
"Alone?" Tonic scoffed, "We're your brothers, man and we are the Enforcer Security Unit. It's good for us to hang out. To be seen amongst the Cla
