Dance With the devil (storm and Marie)

outfit - 0671 -eli black- " i speak " - i think
As of yet, Eli had never experienced his brother not being a total conceded fuck. Everything was about him. How good he looked, his mafia, how many girls he slept with. To be honest, it got on his nerves. Yet he couldn't help but love him ina weird dysfunctional way. Vetis was his only sibling, after all. As well as the only person who he'd always been with. He'd consider him the only person to 'be there for him', but he never really had been. Rather, he just so happened to live in the same house. That was something though, right? It was to Eli, if not to anyone else. So the text he received was no surprise to him. It was annoying more than anything else. A bit agitating. But it was the usual Vetis. Scoffing, Eli shut his phone without a reply and continued watching the Cowboys vs. Dolphins. It was 4th quarter and the Cowboys were up by 5. There was no way he was leaving his game for his annoying ass sibling. If Vetis was still there by the end of the game, he may go and stop by for a second. But only a second. He hated being in his brothers company longer than he needed to be. Sometimes they had good times together, but sometimes he pretty much fucked up the whole night. Sadly, it was usually the latter situation that the two found themselves in by the end of the night.

15 minutes later - and way too fast- the game was over. Cowboys had won, like he'd expected them to. After all, it was against the Dolphins. How could they lose? It'd be straight sad if they did! The Dolphins were the worst team, besides maybe the Eagles. The Cowboys had never lost to the Eagles, and that wouldn't change. However, they also hadn't won a super bowl since 1995, but it's because of the bad line of players in and out. Most blamed it on Romo, their quarterback, but he was an amazing quarterback. He simply needed a decent running back and pretty much every other position as well. It's not his fault a few players played weakly, or just weren't that great in general. Still, they were football champs. America's team. 5 super bowl rings. Can't deny that shit.

A buzz woke him from his thoughts. The asshole, once again. And he'd barely gotten to forget about him. Great, a remind. Exactly what he needed! Of course, yet another conceded text that gave Eli the feeling he shouldn't go to the club. He was even worse than usual. Not that he was ever good about being full of himself. He thought the world revolved around him. Eli couldn't wait until his ass was caught and thrown in prison so he wouldn't be so haughty. Chuckling, Eli began getting ready. Might as well go. Better than drinking by his lonesome, he could always leave. And getting ready, for him, is pretty much throwing a flannel over his shirt and then a leather jacket. Other than that, he was ready. Grabbing his wallet and hat, he started out the door, and hopped into his car.

It didn't take long to get to the bar. After all, he did like to speed and ignore a few stop signs. Who really cared? If there were no cars, he didn't see the harm in it. And no one else saw, so I guess you could say no one saw the harm in it either. Pulling into the bar, Eli exited his car of choice for the night. Which was a silver Mitsubishi Eclipse, convertible top. It was one of his favorites, and most driven, to be honest. Walking into the club, her got a VIP pass, as that's where he expected he was expected to be. Walking into the area, he found himself correct. Silently, he walked over to the bar, ordered 10 shots of their strongest, and sat in the chair directly by his brother.