Warning: This work has been rated 18+ for language and mature content.
Ethan looked up to find Lip watching him from across the counter. The Two Wolves diner was almost deserted: all it held was a trucker at the counter, a few seats away from Lip, and a Hispanic family sitting in a booth in the corner. Ethan stopped cleaning glasses, throwing the rag over his shoulder as he approached Lip. He put his palms against the counter, leaning against it as he surveyed Lip evenly.
"Let me get a coffee," Lip said, and Ethan got him a mug from the crate beneath the counter, setting it on the counter between them before turning to get the pot full of coffee. He poured Lip a mugful before setting the pot back in its place. Lip added a bit of sugar to the drink.
"Does Saturday night work for you?" he asked after a few moments of stirring his coffee. Ethan arched an eyebrow at him.
"I still owe you money from the last gig."
"Don't worry about it," Lip waved his hand. "I know money's tight. But some guys are driving in from Indiana, and I thought you'd might like to come by. We're gonna have a bonfire, a few bets going. It's looking to be a good time."
Ethan thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. "Sure, why not."
"Besides, I'd like to run again," Lip grinned. "I think you could smoke me if you just got the details right."
Ethan smirked, looking up at the door as a mother and her toddler son came in. "Oh, and by the way - "
Lip glanced at him from over the rim of his mug as he took a drink. Ethan's smile tightened.
"Ever knock up my brother again, and I'll fucking end you."
He turned away to go take the new arrivals' drink orders.