"Shit." With a shake of his head, he lets out a low laugh. "I hope not." A bottle of Pyramid Ale lands in front of him, and he takes a long, glad sip.
The only other ink he's got is the reaper on his back, and that's not something to show off, especially to a stranger. Even to a pretty stranger like her. Taking a moment, he drinks his beer before moving the comfort of the bottle's mouth away from his lips.
"Like I said, my dad went about fifteen years ago. I haven't had the ink all that time, but I've had it long enough. Trust me, no one I knows wants to be the next one to have their name on that stone."
Even if the brothers have a tendency to be short-lived, or at least the brothers from other crews. Guys like Otto are relatively safe in lockup. It's the ones in outlying areas they have to wonder about.
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The only other ink he's got is the reaper on his back, and that's not something to show off, especially to a stranger. Even to a pretty stranger like her. Taking a moment, he drinks his beer before moving the comfort of the bottle's mouth away from his lips.
"Like I said, my dad went about fifteen years ago. I haven't had the ink all that time, but I've had it long enough. Trust me, no one I knows wants to be the next one to have their name on that stone."
Even if the brothers have a tendency to be short-lived, or at least the brothers from other crews. Guys like Otto are relatively safe in lockup. It's the ones in outlying areas they have to wonder about.