The three of them stared at each other, more or less clueless as to what to do.
In the end, Brennus decided to take charge.
“Greetings. I guess thanks are in order”, he said, maybe a bit too stiffly. Turning towards the scarfed girl, he nodded his head. “We would have been in deep trouble if not for you. You have my gratitude.”
The girl rolled her eyes at him. “Good god, you talk like a book. But your thanks are appreciated. I get way too few of those”, she replied, a smug tone in her melodic voice. Voice like a liquid orgasm – check. Definitely an Adonis-type.
Daniel ‘Danny’ Dannington was the kind of person you thought only existed in comic books, tv-shows and movies. He was a weasel-like, short man, barely a head taller than his daughter. His muddy blond hair had been combed back with way too much product. His small, watery blue eyes were bloodshot and ringed with black circles. He wore a pair of faded old jeans and a matching jeans jacket he had buttoned up to his throat.
The worst part, however, was his ability to always mess up everything he put his mind to; to come up with one get-rich-quick scheme after the other, which always ended with him deeper in debt; his tendency to blame others for his failure (specifically, his ex-wife and their daughter, Aimi).
Basil truly disliked the man. But he knew that Aimi still loved him, for whatever reason; so he would be the first person Brennus was going to save in his career. Not exactly the most glamorous debut, but what can you do? Continue reading
Silently, Basil cursed his sister for making him promise that he would not let his grades at school suffer. He had always been a straight-A student and she expected him to continue the trend in high school – especially since she was paying through the nose to send him to the single most expensive and exclusive high school of the entire city, if not the state. Not that she can’t easily afford the fees.