As Ash looked from Joey to the woman he was with, his eyes got really big.
His sister.
"Ashley…" he muttered, suddenly stone-cold sober.
Both Ashley and Joey stopped moving. Guilt was flashing across their faces. Joey spoke but he had trouble finding the right words. "Uh, Ash…look, it's not–"
Ashley cut him short. Suddenly, he pushed Joey backward and punched him in the face, sending him crashing to the floor.
"What the hell do you think you're doing with my sister, huh?" Ash's voice was shaking with anger as he stood over Joey, ready to go at him again.
Joey winced, trying to pull himself up, but Ash was already advancing. Before he could throw another punch, Ashley grabbed his arm, struggling to hold him back.
"Stop it, Ash! Just stop!" she yelled, trying to push him away.
"Oh, hell no, I'm not stopping!" Ash growled, pulling his arm free. "Why the hell are you making out with my friend, Ashley?"
