He busily read down the newspaper, making a mental note of the shocking amount of missing woman in the area. Frankie sauntered in the diner, arousing attention from every female nearby. He gave a loud stretch and yawn combo, stopping at his brother’s booth. This brought Sam’s attention to him. “Hey there, Sam. Or is it Vance? You haven’t clued me in on what you’re going by nowadays.” Frankie pulled the menu from in between the ketchup and napkin dispenser. “Vance. Sam was the other state.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, studying his brother’s healthy looking glow. One he himself was lacking. He had awoken with dark circles under his eyes and a nasty headache. “It’s sort of like River. I used to use it all the time years ago. But now I have a backbone and don’t give two shits what anyone thinks about me.” He grinned, but it was overlooked by his brother who was now blocking him with the diner menu. The busty redheaded waitress approached the table. Pad of paper in hand.
