@brennanx,
once asher had retrieved the list of texts from brennan stating exactly what football game they’d be watching over beer and where the occasion would be happening, he disposed his phone into the back pocket of his jeans as he rose from his seat. he’d already been out strolling around the town and he’d stopped inside a small bookstore in one of the nooks of the center of Brighton for a temporary shield from the cold. replacing the book on the shelf that he’d been distractingly flipping through to pass the time, his hands found themselves inside the pockets of his coat. recognizing the name of the bar that the other man had texted him, he was aware that the place was only a couple blocks from his current location. preparing himself for the awaiting wintry weather, he departed the store and headed North down the familiar path that he’d walked numerous times before. his head was dipped low, his hands hidden inside his pockets which were securing his coat around his torso, and his sneakers were effectively protecting his feet and ankles from the cold with the help of his jeans. as he finally reached his destination, his face tinted pink from the whipping chill, he shrugged his coat off and began to scan the small room for the man he’d met only a little over a week ago. once spotted, asher crossed to the bar where the other brunette had been sitting, laying his coat across the chair next to him and taking it upon himself to make the seat his home for the next few hours. “this was a great idea, i needed to get out for some guy time. i hope you’re rooting for the cowboys or else i may have to find another bar.”