04-30-2015, 10:34 AM
Connor watched Jensen blush as he stood to greet Charlie and his smile turned into big grin. Poor guy, all ambushed like this. He took a swig of his drinks as everyone got settled, and his eyes drifted over the bar. Those two mudaks who were always harassing Ayden were missing, which was probably good for them. He was feeling a bit...frisky tonight. It had been a while since he'd worked off some energy. Definitely he was gonna hit the gym tomorrow.
There was that guy in the trench coat again going to sit. He wasn't sure what it was, exactly, but he seemed....odd. Maybe he was on something. He raised an eyebrow considering even as he took another swallow of his drink. Movement caught his eye and a man about his size and build a few tables over left the bar rather quickly, leaving a young girl at the the table by herself. Huh. All kinds of interesting stories, people had. The woman at the bar chatting up the kid who looked to be about half her age. The guy in the corner with his wallet out reading. Two guys, one impeccably dressed, talking. People came to these places for a lot of reasons.
Jensen's question brought him back to their table. He started to answer but Charlie jumped in. "Gracie's is a gym. Kickboxing, Jui Jitsu. Stuff like that." He point at Connor with his chin, a grin on his face. "Your boy here came in with a mid-life crisis on his hands and figured getting his ass beat was the best way to deal with it." He shrugged. "What can I say. I try to help people, you know?"
Connor laughed dryly. "Yeah, something like that. You just wait, buddy boy."
Charlie laughed, taking a drink from his own beer. "Oh I know, gramps. Trust me I know. Give me another 40 years and I'll be right there with ya."
Connor busted out laughing and shaking his head. Then he looked at Jensen. "Nah, Charlie's a good guy. Terrible comedian. Ugly ass woman. But a good guy, a good friend. You should come down."
His grin became somewhat wicked but he held his tongue. Jensen was his friend and while he and his buddies busted on each other all the time, he wasn't sure he'd do that to the guy. Not yet anyway. Maybe if he threw back an actual drink or three.
Edited by Connor Kent, Apr 30 2015, 10:35 AM.
There was that guy in the trench coat again going to sit. He wasn't sure what it was, exactly, but he seemed....odd. Maybe he was on something. He raised an eyebrow considering even as he took another swallow of his drink. Movement caught his eye and a man about his size and build a few tables over left the bar rather quickly, leaving a young girl at the the table by herself. Huh. All kinds of interesting stories, people had. The woman at the bar chatting up the kid who looked to be about half her age. The guy in the corner with his wallet out reading. Two guys, one impeccably dressed, talking. People came to these places for a lot of reasons.
Jensen's question brought him back to their table. He started to answer but Charlie jumped in. "Gracie's is a gym. Kickboxing, Jui Jitsu. Stuff like that." He point at Connor with his chin, a grin on his face. "Your boy here came in with a mid-life crisis on his hands and figured getting his ass beat was the best way to deal with it." He shrugged. "What can I say. I try to help people, you know?"
Connor laughed dryly. "Yeah, something like that. You just wait, buddy boy."
Charlie laughed, taking a drink from his own beer. "Oh I know, gramps. Trust me I know. Give me another 40 years and I'll be right there with ya."
Connor busted out laughing and shaking his head. Then he looked at Jensen. "Nah, Charlie's a good guy. Terrible comedian. Ugly ass woman. But a good guy, a good friend. You should come down."
His grin became somewhat wicked but he held his tongue. Jensen was his friend and while he and his buddies busted on each other all the time, he wasn't sure he'd do that to the guy. Not yet anyway. Maybe if he threw back an actual drink or three.
Edited by Connor Kent, Apr 30 2015, 10:35 AM.