Laugher

so? That was fun huh boys?”

“Yeah, so much. I am glad I was able to come.”

“Oh yes me three but, Bass I do not think those guys were. They had to break out the biggest tape measures and a whole bunch of shit.”

“True but, I blame the fluff.”

The Shotgun riders’ brothers that he was surrounded by broke out in the intended laughter.

The same Laughter that has always been his bread and butter since he was little and he was a little brother. A little brother to the unseen “Derrick Clink” but that cane be another story all together.

Bass Clink in all his comedic Glory was front row and center as he always liked it.

And what better ammo to use than himself and the uncomfortable situation he was in just a half hour ago.

As all three Men had to attend Tuxedo fitting appointments for a special day planned at the end of September. The driver of this tank (currently) and Little Brother to Bass and Big Brother to the Other in the backseat were getting hitched. Married to a wonderful woman he had fallen for almost three years to the day. She was slightly alternative with a pitch of high maintenance. “Maintenance” was the key term to really say emotional. As The Driver would go anywhere or simply do anything- This wonderful addition to “The Clink clan” would become emotional.

Bass always believed there was some PTSD involved with that, especially knowing she was an only child.

The Youngest who simply was still laughing directly behind the driver had the same perspective as Bass but, he had a blunter approach as he reminded the entire inner truck once more. Going after both of his big brothers once more in one swoop-the embarrassing moment of the entire appointment.

“So? Was the fluff to Blame when You shit yourself?”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah? Remember when that tall ass dude hunch down to measure your Pant leg and you Just boomed him in his face?”

The driver broke out harder in laughter as Bass started to stumble over his words.

“Corey. You were no better? I mean You straight up Chuck Norris him! I mean the dude had needles in his hands.”

“Man what?”

Bass started to chuckle for the change. A good, needed release.

“Well, what about You? Bullshit artist? Smack talking to that other dude about your gaming stats. I mean Your not a god on C.O.D.”

“Listen Corey. C.O.D My cock, ok? Seriously. Do not hate my flex.”

Bass turned around to stare hard into his youngest brother’s blue eyes and turned to look at Coreys Growing anger filled eyes that quickly subsided as Bass Mentioned the Brides Name to him once more.

“So? How is our sister doing? What’s Camille getting into today?”

“She uh well is working and she texted me like an hour ago and told me that our Boss “Big Bradley” wanted to see her at the end of his shift. I do not know what the fuck that is about.”

“Why does Bradley want to see her?”

“No God Boy. Just I know he has been stressed about Quotas not being met and what not. I hope she is not going to get fired.”

“Listen I do not think she is. Camille Huff is well a firecracker when she is lit.”

“Damn Right Corey I agree with husky Dee there.”

“Wow Our brother the Jester. Good Old Jerry the Jester.”

The brothers again united in the family spirit once more on the account of speaking about the Newer Addition to come. The idea of the embarrassing moments all three of them had at their personal appointments became a memory each of them would remember amongst themselves.

Corey’s truck hummed on as they were making their personal way back home.

Trying their best to coordinate the heavy traffic from Sigmond Town that bled into The Grey Fields.

Corey was the best wheel man out of them. Bass was thankful he offered to pick him and Jerry up when he did as He could not trust Jerry and His lead foot and his age behind the wheel to navigate the treacherous long roads that shifted and twisted from their personal little nook In the Grey Fields. Around “The right Corner.” The favored place of all those nifty little Sporting goods places rolled into one. The plaza was an ironic name due to the theme I suppose.

But Jerry and Bass Lived near each other around there in the deep apartment complex on the hill. “Gleason Green apartments.”

Bass Clink in his own way became silent after the shared comedy was done and allowed Corey to become what he was. A Captain.

Jerry looked back down into his phone once more blocking out the brotherly bonding. A significant touch to keep himself different from his other brothers. Or it was his mind calling him back into a game that was linked to his cellphone and was able to tap back into it every other chance he had. Now it was no different.

Bass heard the sound effects from his shotgun seat.

He allowed himself to do that. As he was the “big guy.” The “Funny guy” when he needed to be but, he was also the observant one.

An Observant one that read the setting. Read the people around him growing up and making the calculated decisions no one else would make. Making him briefly someone not a lot of people wanted to be around.

He was the reluctant one to be named a “Black sheep” of this Clink family but, he was.

As others would mark someone like Corey and Jerry such titles. As between the both of them among the tattoos, the piercings, the clothing they individually wear simply would not match up to the core values that he and Derrick had to succumb to, to follow.

But Bass took the title with honor. A beautifully complex dude. Husky with a pure heart that loved animals and enjoyed Some of the finer points of Raising Canes fast food. He loved to make people laugh as in return it reminded him of the better parts of life to still live for. The only flaw would be the lingering black cloud of holding such titles. For, as the titles such as those had carried their own personal weight. Their own personal Ball and Chains that have wrapped themselves around his mind and Waist.

So, he enjoyed these moments. Being there with Jerry and Corey for, when he was with them, he did not feel those other titles as much.

He felt as though he was weightless.