[locked to racing_snowman]

It took him one look at Brian's face, once they was both home, for Rome to know real good and well that yeah, Brian knew Mia Toretto was around. Shit.

He dumped the bottle of Brian's favorite vodka in his lap before he flopped down next to him, spread his arm over Brian's shoulder, feeling the wired-up tension in him and hating that nice, pretty, angry girl for a minute, for being able to do this to Brian. "You gonna need another bottle, or that one work?"