Or just, boys will be boys, maybe? Or maybe Keri Stevens described it best last week with needing advice on boys in the summer and their bickering.
I don’t know how Stevens’ boys will grow up, but I can tell you the Iverson boys from the Roughnecks only…partially grew out of it.
They punch on each other.
They call each other names.
And yes, these are grown men. Boys. Is there a better definition for this?
WARNING! LANGUAGE BELOW!!!
Lane dropped his small ice chest in the back of his truck where he’d have it tomorrow to fill with ice and water for another day in this hot, humid weather.
Just when he started to leave, it became his lucky day, because his brother decided to be shitheads.
Trent caught him around the neck, pulled him down against his side sweaty side and scrubbed his head with his knuckles. “Let’s go get drunk.”
Lane, being the same height but thicker from actually working his ass off the last seven months when Trent mostly stood around, jerked his brother around with an easy twist of his arm. “Let’s not.”
“Damn it!” Trent squirmed and Lane released him. His brother rolled his shoulder. “When did you get stronger than me?”
Lane shook his head and yeah, smiled a little too. “When I started working and you started goofing off.”
Trent shook out his arm. “I don’t goof off. I’m taking it easy. For once in our lives we don’t have to bust ass and you’re ruining it for the rest of us.”
Lane pulled open his truck door. “So sorry that I’m not in the mood to lay around. Work needs to be done.” It was their life. Hell it was all any of them had ever known. Lane just had another reason for keeping busy. He had to get out of here before he ended up spilling his guts.
He and his brothers, they were tight as any army. Didn’t keep shit from one another. Not ever.
But Lane had. And now it was too late.
Trent wasn’t letting off so easy. “Come with us to grab a beer tonight.”
Lane only raised an eyebrow and pulled his truck door closed.
I can’t speak for how Stevens’ kids are going to turn out—though I’m sure fab—but the Iverson boys are pretty good together. They bag on each other. They never cut another break, but if a bus was coming, they’d all jump in to try and save each other.
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