“Hey Tig,” you greeted your second favorite Son as you neared the garage.
“Oh hey darlin’,” he nodded from under the hood of some Toyota.
“You seen Sack?” Creeping over to better hear, you leaned against the car.
“Out with Juice, should be back soon,” he eyed you as he stood straight. “Why him-”
“Here we go again,” rolling your eyes, you heeled off for the office.
“He’s only got one nut for christ’s sake,” Tig laughed, “you deserve two!”