where: somewhere they'd both hang out for: closed ( @jjbaptiste )
He feels a little stiff, some old bruises healing. When he brings his drink to his lips, he's careful to avoid the scabbed over remnants of a split lip. "Should shell out to take you out more often." It's a deadpan joke, but he gestures to the relative silence of the place. "Tell me there's something in the works. I'm itching for excitement."















