[center][h2]Family Reunions (Katya Voss cont.)[/h2][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/4kIa3aX.png[/img] [/center] [i]“And who’s this?”[/i] Who indeed. The man was obviously related to Katya, or very well known to her at the least. The flash of anger within her eyes was not accompanied by an involuntary ‘fight or flight’ tensing of her extremities. If anything, the little emotional jolt steadied her pouring hand. This man was no threat to her. However, Dorian noted with some small amusement, the stranger was attempting to mark a bit of territory as regards his presence. The use of ‘sis,’ and the less than subtle parking of his hand to advertise the gun at his belt offered a wealth of tells regarding his temperament, and his current station in life. Adler hefted the tail end of his bourbon, eyes casually dismissing the newcomer. “Tha Prodigal Brothah, Ah presume,” he offered before the glass touched his lips. Feigning a polite deafness to the sisterly tongue lashing of ‘Grady,’ Dorian nonetheless found something more precious within Katya’s anger. Harsh words, to be sure, but when delivered by the one person who had your back in perpetuity, there was an underlying sweetness, a sense of home he hadn’t known for well over a decade. Carrie Ann used to chew into him like that, her rebukes now something he could but only cherish…another thing the war had taken. He noticed himself in the bar’s mirror. The well rehearsed neutral cheer had clouded a bit, darkened by an old sorrow attempting to creep around behind the eyes. Katya’s words brought him back from his ghosts. [i]”...I want you out for good, or at the least until you handle your business entirely.”[/i] “And that,” Dorian offered a casual shrug as he leaned toward the fresh drink, “poses tha question. What is that business, sir?” He offered the siblings a smile as the glass rose from the bar. “Considering tha mannah in which Ah negotiated with one of yah associates Ah daresay a little enlightenment is in ordah. Cheers.”