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They were brothers, for all intensive purposes. Family in the absence of blood ties.
Jeremy was the loud mouth. Broad shouldered and audacious, the token older brother.
Evan was his opposite. Shy and calm, thin enough that one didn't expect the muscles that appeared beneath his clothes.
And then, of course, Oliver, the middle brother, whose personality was a balance between the others. He was their voice of reason. Even his body was a compromise between the two. Perhaps that's why they'd become so close, this odd trio. Jeremy and Evan would have never survived on their own, without Oliver to balance out their extremes.

Jeremy lit a cigarette and leaned against the brick wall of the club.
"If we each pull one tonight, we should be able to make the rent."
Evan adjusted his glasses and looked up from his shoes.
"Yeah, well, we would have been fine if someone hadn't blown half of what we had on weed."
Jeremy took another drag.
"Fuck you, skele-boy. I said I was sorry."
"Sorry doesn't keep the lights on--"
"Enough, guys. We'll figure it out. Look alive, we got prospects rounding the corner."

Three women, what modern slang would classify as cougars, giggled their way out of the club.

"Mmmm, look what we've got here." one of them said, spotting the boys.
"Tasty." her companion agreed.
"What's it gonna take to get you boys to escort a lady home?"
Jeremy smiled, tossing his cigarette.
"A kiss and some cash, my dear."
The women cackled.
"Well who can argue with that?"