Drew didn’t want to be there at all. He would have been fine with sticking an ice pack on his hand and heading home for the night. But he knew it wouldn’t be that simple. He never imagined breaking his hand on someone’s face. It just never sounded realistic. When he was angry though, he didn’t really take in consideration his size. He was a big guy, and he worked out almost religiously. He needed to keep in shape for his work, but it was a hobby to him by now. He didn’t have any business getting in fights. He knew what he was capable of but tonight he didn’t care. He was just glad it didn’t end up any worse than it did.
He didn’t know what to think when he saw Gino step towards him. The confusion only grew when the other guy sat down next to him. He didn’t seem to give up. He couldn’t help rolling his eyes when he spoke up. He looked towards his good hand, the idea of breaking it on his head sounding more tempting as he went on. Finally, he looked over at him again. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, when he saw him up close. Annoying, but nonetheless. He thought about his words about his words before answering Gino, for the first time that night. “You were just getting on my nerves back there.” He still was a little bit, but Drew couldn’t fight him in a hospital. That was an easy way to get arrested, and he didn’t need any of that. He sat back in the seat, a blank expression on his face as he continued to study the other’s. “I’ll give you a bag for breaking your face. If that’s what you’re into,” he offered. To say he felt bad was a bit of a stretch, but he thought it’d make them even.
Gino slouched down into the chair next to Drew, eyeing the boy. Maybe he shouldn't have been teasing him. But he couldn't help it. Drew was just too damn cute when he got all pissed off, face red, and fists clenched. And Gino liked it when all eyes at a party were on him, and there was no better way of that than making jokes at someone's expensive. "Ya think a pretty face like this is just worth a bag?", Gino teased, winking at Drew as blood dribbled down his face. "Ya got a pretty mean hook on ya, don't you?", Gino teased, eyeing the hand that looked worse than his hard head.
Gino didn't know what it was about Drew, but ever since he hit him, he found himself wanting to be around him more. "I say ya, though, bring round the bag, and we can take some of the painkillers I'm no doubt gonna get for the damage you did to this pretty face, and take a bath," Gino teased flirtatiously, "just lemme get sewed up and I'll let ya wash the blood outta my hair." His big lips pulled into a smirk as he studied Drew, and his pensive expression. Drew still seemed irritated by him. Which, fair enough, he had his moment. But everyone did. The offer of some drug use and a steamy bubble was one he took very seriously, though. What was a bath between bros?