Bob knows he should feel bad.

Of course he knows. This is ridiculous. But you're standing there, shooting pool with the rest of the squad and he can't bring himself to care.

He hasn't really cared since the day Hangman introduced you to them. Since he first saw you.

Hangman had made it abundantly clear that you were off limits. That if anyone fucked with his sister, they wouldn't see sunrise. He wouldn't even leave anyone alone with you.

Or... he'd made that clear to everyone else. Bob assumes Hangman doesn't see him as a threat. Why would he? Jake's underestimated him from the start.

He even let Bob drive you home that one night. That one... beautiful night... If only Hangman knew what happened that night. Bob would be skinned. Maybe he should be.

He snaps out of it once you call his name from across the pool table, beckoning him to play with you.

"What are we playing for?"

He asks, clearing his throat and shifting in his seat.

God, your dress is something...