“I’m of age,” said Creed.
“Creed, I want this to be just me and my thoughts. I don’t want to look after a kid,” stated Vincent.
“I’m not a kid." Creed huffed and stared his brother down.
“So, I heard. You are getting married.” Vincent spoke gruffly.
Creed flushed the warmth of his own cheeks caught him mildly off guard. "What does this have to do with alcohol?"
The new hope soldier glanced between the two. His gas mask covered his facial expressions.
“You are getting married! I did not know until she told me!” Vincent stepped toward Creed. His back tensed.
Creed spun around. “Well, yeah.”
“There will be a new Hopeiness,” said the solider
Shouldn't you have something more elegant to say?” Vincent teased Creed lightly.
“Shut up and at least I have someone.” Creed Snapped as he narrowed his eyes.
“You went there,” Vincent cracked a half smile. “Are you trying to aim low?”
“I aimed low,” said Creed.
“Well then, since you can argue, you can drink.”