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‘So…what does she like?’ Jacob asked, taking a swig of his pint so his sister wouldn’t see his cheeks tinge pink. Oh, he knew Evie would be onto him.
As she raised her eyebrow, he knew he was right.
‘Didn’t think you’d be that interested.’
He quickly gave another large gulp of his beer, to stop himself from choking.
‘I’m just curious--’
‘Brass knuckles.’ she smirked.
Jacob took a moment to look at Evie, then at his own hand.
‘What?’
‘She has rings on most of her fingers. Trust me, I reckon she’d appreciate it.’
Jacob drummed his fingers on the table. He would have never pinned you as someone who’d want brass knuckles. Granted, you didn’t shy away from a good fight, but he pinned you as someone who’d prefer gifts that were more…sentimental, as opposed to practical.
Unless Evie was messing with him.
Jacob looked up at his sister, giving her a rather quizzical look
‘Are you sure--’
The deadly, deadpan stare she gave him, was more than enough to make him shut up, as he let go of his beer and got up, running a hand through his hair.
‘Well, bloody brass knuckles it is then.’
As he put his top hat on, and left the pub, Evie couldn't help but shake her head, giving a small smile.