"They were warm because cold potatoes aren't soft and old boy wants to see that shit get between the toes real good, y'know?" Stradlin wasn't shy about what they were doing, nor were questions off limits. Sure as shit they weren't gonna gatekeep wringing weirdos out of the cash they obviously had too much of. Life was hard enough as it was without helping each other out. "I mean I could choose if I wanted for general consumption but I make more on personalised requests. Like... stomping on a hotdog with heels on and telling some guy he's got a pathetic little cock? Crazy work. And feet shit is good 'cause I don't want my face in it. Plenty of weirdos in the world, I don't need 'em following me home." They watched Knox do his thing with the drink, which was honestly more effort than she ever put into serving anything down at Katz, if only because fancy cocktails weren't the point of a club where everyone just wanted to get wasted. "Uh, yeah, TB's like a big brother to me. I came into his circle when we were in high school. Got kicked out of home and Damo and his wife took me in. He's like... communal dad vibes, y'know? Always tired of our bullshit but gives pretty good advice if you're willing to listen. Turns out they came with a whole ass crew. TB, Soda, Pony, Diego, Javi, so now I got more brothers than I ever fuckin' needed," they laughed, and took the drink to taste. "I reckon Chuck fits in pretty well there. You, however... might need to learn how to crack a beer with your nipples. That's no slight on you though, you could be one of those guys on insta who finger a chicken cavity in slow motion for lonely housewives' entertainment, y'know? You got that respectable look about you. Drink's fuckin' bomb too. You one of those people who got a million random as fuck hobbies, huh?"
"I don't know why, Stradlin but that is a grizzly detail that I wouldn't have thought about the details of." Shamelessness wasn't a trait Knox was born with but one he had built a great tolerance for thanks to Chuck and these days he didn't know what would it take for him to blink twice at something outrageous, "It's been so long since I've got to tell anyone they've got a pathetic little cock now that you mention it. Chuck needs to hurry up." Knox grinned, "Understood, but something tells me that if a weirdo followed you home well…it wouldn't go so well for him." He listened as he worked and then as he sipped, "That's not too dissimilar to how I met Chuck if you think in broad strokes - we met in high school, I came into the circle, we became brothers for life; he, Nathan, Gerald, Scotty, Tom and I." Knox hadn't been unaware of who he came off as to a stranger or casual acquaintance since he was seven and it amused him now more than anything and the last thing he would ever be about it was offended. "I don't finger chickens in my spare time, but if there's an audience for that tell me now and I'll make the OF account tonight if it pays as good as it's paying you." He shook his head, "No slight taken though. I know who I am, what I look like. I don't know how to crack a beer on my nipple but I wouldn't underestimate me, I mean Chuck and I are brothers for a reason, don't you think?" Knox raised his glass and nodded slightly as a thank you for the drink compliment, "Something like that yeah, but mostly I'm a poet, writer what have you. That's been consistent, everything else is just general curiosity I suppose. What kinds of hobbies do you have?"














