Peanut dismissed the offer. Johnny’s help should be conserved for more important things. Like reaching things off the high shelves, beating up goons who like to gang up on you and all that jazz. This was Romano’s creed.
“The rest should be pretty easy. Just gotta tighten up some loose bolts and then the brakes and I should be good to go.” Inside, Peanut was busting at the seams with excitement. Everyone was going to be so impressed when he was done. He might even make a few of the rich kid’s jealous.
“I feel like I haven’t heard from you in ages. What’s been goin’ on?”
“It sure has.” The taller man sighed, leaning against the work table a bit.
“I just beat up one of those prep-scum the other night for tryin’ fuck with Lola.” he huffed, pressing his lips in a thin line. Just the thought of it annoyed him.
“And what’s been goin’ on with you?”