Music was coming from the back as the door slowly swung on its hinges. The high pitched squeaking irritated the small hangover that Jason felt pulsating behind his eyes. Leaning on the counter, he rubbed at his temples to soothe the throbbing, but a car drove by the De Santa's shop that had a screaming exhaust belt. "God dammit!" Jason swung around toward the window, his voice raised. "Ain't anybody heard of some WD-40 before?!" The southern drawl was thick in his frustration. Jason turned from the window to notice the other patron reading.<br/><br/>When the man entered the shop Jason hadn't really taken stock of him, but now a sense of embarrassment filled him. Jason noticed the book was a bible… And the man reading it was a priest. "Uhh, shi…" The words caught in his throat. "I, I mean sorry father."<br/><br/>The younger of the two brothers, Julian, came through the door behind the counter right as the older of the pair pulled up in his car. Despite being competitors, Jason always respected them. They were good at what they did. After all, it wasn't there fault his uncle was an asshole. However, that wasn't going to stop him from ripping them off with that crumbling outhouse of a shop. If he could anyway.<br/><br/>Julian came out and leaned over the counter. "Morning, fellas. Anything I can help ya with today?"<br/><br/>"Yeah there is. I got me a business proposition for you." Jason flashed a smile as best he could with the pain throbbing through his head. All he really wanted to do was sit down. Maybe he needed to shit. His body was a mixture of ornery happenings right now. "You gotta place we can talk private?"