<div align="center"><strong>~ NPC – Eavesdown Dock, Landing Bay Number 30, Persephone, Grocery Delivery for The Gamble~</strong></div><br/><br/>The droning sound of an engine that rattled, as if on its last breath, cut through the air as an older than dirt transport truck (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a5/Yad-Mordechai-museum-truck-1.jpg) invaded the busy comings and goings of the Eavesdown Docks. To all that knew the sound well they simply went about their business without a moments worry. For those that were not familiar with the loud obnoxious sound, they reacted in a way that was comical for the local folk, instantly stopping to look around the immediate vicinity,  searching for what might be a failed aircraft hurdling though the atmo in search for an ideal place to crash.  Fortunately they would find that it wasn't anything so dramatic. The old Apache Grocery delivery truck rattled and bounced along the docks searching for landing bay 30, as per the delivery slip wadded up in the back pocket belonging to one Dale Miller the eldest of the two Miller Brothers (http://wac.450f.edgecastcdn.net/80450F/popcrush.com/files/2011/03/cataracs.jpg).<br/><br/>Drake Miller along with his older brother Dale, manoeuvred the decaying delivery truck through the crowded docks. Barely paying attention to those lingering around the docks, the brothers argued over who would take point in distracting the male half of the duo that had frequented their family store, while the other tried to score with the pocket sized Venus that had accompanied him. Pumping the breaks before slamming his foot to the floor, Dale flashed a confident smile at his younger brother, seemingly ignoring the loud squealing sound of the breaks that caused ears to bleed within a ten mile radius as it came to rest behind a bright yellow truck happily labeled "The Happy Suck Truck.”<br/><br/>"It's simple Di, I get first dibs 'cause I'm older" Dale explained while the truck rumbled to its close. He felt he put forth a convincing argument, and what his words didn't get across his fist would, should the need arrive. He had seen the two as they entered the store and instantly began flirting with the barely dressed blond from across the floor while his younger brother had been forced to help their mother make the deal. Now he wanted to make good on those bedroom eyes he had been flashing her.<br/><br/>Drake opened his mouth to retort, bringing forth his own argument when a loud bang, sounding much like a gunshot, exploded from the trucks ancient muffler leaving the dock in a cloud of dark sooty smoke and cutting off any claim the younger man might have had regarding their arrangements. Once again it seemed he would be schlepping in boxes and bags while his older brother was off screwing some hot babe passing through. “Yeh Su!” Drake grumbled as the scowl on his face drilled holes in the back of his brother's neck.<br/><br/>He glared while the elder of the two made a few last minute checks to his appearance, combing his hair with his fingers and cupping his hands over his mouth and nose to test his breath. "Start pulling out the cargo, I'll go see if they are back" Dale ordered as he slammed the decrepit truck door closed with such a force the sound echoed through the landing bay.  It was then that the pungent odor took a strong grip of the brother's senses, hitting them with the force of solid brick wall. With watering eyes the boys looked up to see the hard working team of The Happy Suck.<br/><br/>Dale made his way toward the open cargo bay with a distinct swagger to his step. The young man knew he was attractive. A fact that often fuelled his ego with a confidence that went beyond the typical cockiness of hormones; his was more like confidence on steroids. As he passed a figure of a girl without much notice, he called out in a strong voice so to be heard over the cleaning machines and giving Mr. Chow a nod of his head in a form of greeting while his eyes searched for the pretty blond he had plans for.<br/><br/>The younger of the two grumbled under his breath as he moved to the rear of the truck barely registering the image of what might have been part of the crew standing at the cargo bay entrance.  Waving his hands to clear the still lingering smoke as he reached out to unchain the tailgate, letting it drop open with an echoing clang. His attention drawn towards his work, Drake began pulling the boxes and bags from the trucks bed and began piling them on the dock at the Dragonfly's ramp.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</strong></div><br/><br/>Little Brother: Di or Di-Di<br/>Jesus: Yeh Su<br/>