though he’d grown quite the affinity for the place, the getaway was dimly lit, run down in its corners, wear of years of slung drinks and chipped paint showed its age, yet dante’s little sister enlivened it. she’d had that effect for as long as he could remember. her levity and care for others, it turned lights on in dark spaces; it made people kinder. it was truly a gift, one that dante had cherished since they were in that quiet and neglected house all those years ago. “oh, well, in that case,” dante smirked, winking at her. “make it a double.” one of dante’s finest skills was his ability to split his attention. with the schedules of his two dynamic and brilliant little siblings, he’d learned how to balance plans, do three things at once with precision. he poured a gin and tonic, listening easily to savannah’s healing laugh. “here you go, man,” he offered to the customer who’d ordered it, delivering the drink before he turned back to his sister, his chuckle bright, embarrassed. “oh, that picture is the worst! that sweater looks like a condom,” dante laughed heartily, returning to the box of glassware. he began to wipe clean each piece. “yeah, okay, and what about when you had gum in your hair,” dante countered, leaning over to lift a few strands of her hair to imitate the way in which her blonde locks matted in his favorite school picture of her. “to that end,” he concluded. “maybe it’s just an evers things to not take good pictures.”
there was something about dante and the getaway. he was in charge here, like he’d always been and it suited him. but it was something more. this newfound sense of responsibility had his shoulders straighter, a twinkle in his eyes that set off blue hues. he just seemed lighter. maybe it was the idea that all of this might be his someday. or maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with a certain hollis boy. whatever it was, she would get to the bottom of it at some point. “ you’re reading my mind, evers, ” she grinned back, eyes dancing over her glass as she took a sip. a move she soon regretted as the word ‘ condom ’ left her brother’s lips and she almost snorted out the drink she had so lovingly mixed for herself. “ wow, grandma really did a number on us buying those outfits. ” her nose wrinkles as she remembers the infamous picture day where she had to cut a chunk out of her meticulously braided hair. “ y’know i don’t start fights but if i ever find out where stephanie gonzales is, she is gonna get a whooping, ” she countered, raising a finger to make her point stick. though, she was almost certain she was nowhere near convincing. she leaned her elbows on the bar, absentmindedly sorting out some of the cutlery. “ somewhere in history, there is a curse on the evers family and our school pictures. but i like the ones that august takes. she always makes us look good. ”
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