09-04-2014, 07:35 PM
Drayson chuckled quietly at her outburst about his living arrangements. Vintage was a fairly accurate statement; there was little about the building that was 'modern' aside the front door's security and the wiring. It was in a quiet, old neighborhood, and most importantly his favorite pub was just around the corner. Not that he went there often, but surely more often then anywhere else he may have gone on his off-time. He followed her to the kitchen, and popped the buttons on his sleeves, rolling them up past his elbows neatly. They resulting folds were completed with practiced ease, and were symmetrical and squared off, revealing thick forearms and hinting at the biceps still hidden beneath the rest of the sleeve.
Drayson offered a sarcastic grimace at her choice of beer; he preferred dark beers over the lighter stuff, but he would make do. "An insult to my taste buds, but I'll take a beer."
The buzzing of the delivery guy reminded him of how little he had had to eat that day. The appetizer at the cafe had been delicious of course, but had done little to satisfy him. "I hope to make it out that way one of these days. Try a few of the local breweries...although I suppose I could just order some. But that's just not the same as being in the local pub trying their home brew."
Drayson offered a sarcastic grimace at her choice of beer; he preferred dark beers over the lighter stuff, but he would make do. "An insult to my taste buds, but I'll take a beer."
The buzzing of the delivery guy reminded him of how little he had had to eat that day. The appetizer at the cafe had been delicious of course, but had done little to satisfy him. "I hope to make it out that way one of these days. Try a few of the local breweries...although I suppose I could just order some. But that's just not the same as being in the local pub trying their home brew."