Second Snippet. First Draft.
[Set up: Owen and Hugh notice the brother and sister who have just moved into the house next door. Both step brothers are instantly besotted with her beauty, her brother is not impressed.]

He stood against the fence and coldly observed the two brothers. His left hand occasionally and flagrantly raising a spliff to his overtly sensuous lips. The look in his eye was enigmatic, caught somewhere between contempt and fascination. One plucked eyebrow raised ever so slightly more than the other. He resembled a malevolent James Dean...just less dead.

The moment was ruined as his mother roared at him to put his smoke out on the street. His only reaction was an infinitesimal further raising of his eyebrow and a deliberately long drag on the offending drug. Eventually Owen and Hugh noticed their audience in the midst of their rapture, for as one they turned to his arched appraising gaze.

Hugh didn't bother to conceal his instant dislike, an almost feral sneer crept onto his face almost without his awareness of it...almost. Owen gave a bashful smile like one does when caught in the act. Just as unconscious as Hughs sneer, he shrugged his broad shoulders in a "can you blame me?" expression and then returned his adoring gaze to the boys flaxen haired sister. Hugh did not. He noted the barely concealed challenge in the boys eyes and Hugh never, ever backed down from a challenge...ever. He stared back into the insouciant boys almond shaped eyes. His look turning from automatic repugnance to recognition of a challenge to resolve within mere eyeblinks. Adam finally looked down, pretending to be concerned about the amount of ash at the end of his smoke. Hugh smiled wolfishly and clapped Owen on the back startling him from his reverie.