The Moosehead Tavern [1]

I look at the door too. I turned back to look at Jace, As I smiled.

"So, what's your story?" Jace asks, desperate to pass the time.

"Oh got in a fight at school, got kicked out, stole my parents car and now my parents,school, and police are after me." I said grinning.

"Wow." Jace says. "Just one fight?"

"Nah, more than that. Probrably about 4." I smiled. "I've never been a Good girl, haha."

Jace chuckles with the girl, glancing back at the door once more.
"I-I used to be a 'good boy'." He says. "My brother never was though. We were opposites for a while."
He looks at his hands and can't help but imagine them bloodstained. Now, we're exactly the same.

"What've you done?" I asked staring at him.

Me? Jace swallows, collecting his thoughts.
"I made a mistake, acted on impulse." He says. "That's why I'm here. My brother said he'd meet me here. He said he'd help me out of it."

"Ah..don't get your hopes up." I said taking a drink. "Most times, they just say that to get you to leave them alone."

Jace didn't want to believe that. All his life the only promises Nic kept were towards his brother. Why would he stop now?
"Well, I hope this isn't one of those times." He says.

I shrugged. "never know... My brother did that to me, I um... Never mind" I said frowing.

"Oh," Jace says, looking to the girl, "What happened?"

"We got in a fight...tried to kill me, I was only trying to be a good sister." I said picturing my brother in my head.

"Oh, that's bad." Jace says, then scolds himself in his head for saying something so stupid.

"Yeah." I said shaking of the saddness. Then I smiled and said, "So, where you from?" I asked.