|
Post by MATTHEW (SHY) GRAY on Mar 8, 2013 17:16:05 GMT -5
"I guess you could say I don't have many friends."
Momentarily he wondered why he was even telling Zander. It wasn't any of his business. He couldn't help the small part of him that wanted Zander to know he wasn't just some uncaring punk though. He'd lived most of his life with that title, and to be honest he was tired of people not bothering to get close to him. Most avoided him because of his lazy and nearly brash attitude. He grabbed the beer and stared at it for a moment, before taking a slow sip. The flavor washed over his tongue languidly and he didn't hate the test. Though it wasn't the best either. He took another long slow sip and hummed pleasantly.
"This isn't too bad. Thanks."
He reached down to pat his pocket, making sure he had his wallet on him. Though to be honest he really couldn't afford to be wasting money on beer, he barely had enough to pay his rent as it was. He hadn't been eating too much lately, he simply couldn't afford it.
|
|
|
Post by ZANDER MORRISON on Mar 8, 2013 17:47:14 GMT -5
Zander was far past the stage of drinking where he sat and relished the taste of a simple bottled beer. He watched Shy carefully as he took his first sip, compiling a retort for when he complained and said he didn't like it. He cocked his head slightly at the other males comment about him not having a lot of friends. He shrugged his shoulder in agreement.
"I know how that feels. I'm not exactly the most popular person in town."
In fact this was probably the longest conversation he had ever had with anyone in town lately. Unless they were coming in for a drink and got drunk enough to want to dump their problems on him. That happened more than he liked.
"Its not the best brew ever but it gets the job done."
He couldn't tell if the buzzing at the back of his brain was getting better or worse with the drink. It was turning into a dull fuzz instead though and that made it easier to cope with. Life was all about coping.
|
|