baseball · street gang · brotherhood · loyal · scrappy · urban setting · sports · ensemble cast · youthful · gritty
The roar of the engine drowned out the crunch of splintering wood as Ace’s bat smashed through a mailbox. Dust and debris filled the moving car. "Shit, I'm out," he cursed, glaring at the damage. Eyeball laughed, taking a swig of beer. "Shouldn't have gone for a wooden one." Ace shot him a snarky glare. "Tell me something I don't know, asshole. Billy, you're up." Billy, visibly shaken by an earlier hushed conversation with Charlie about a missing kid, shook his head. "I don't wanna play no more." Eyeball frowned. "You can't quit. Three innings." Charlie tried to speak, but Billy nudged him into silence. Ace’s eyes narrowed. "What's with you homos? You've been actin' psycho all day." "It's nothing," Charlie mumbled, nodding. Ace rolled his eyes, taking a drink. "Finish this game before…