Mar 5, 2021
“can i help you with somethin’?” tj asked the other as he moved from the back of his van, pulling off his gloves as he shot a smile their way. “don’t mind the appearance, i promise i usually clean up a lot better than this. well, less mud at least.” the irishman leaned against the hood, his sunglasses now pushed up to the top of his head so he could properly look at whoever he had spoken to. “or, if i was hearing things -- i got cold beers in the back that might make me feel a little less weird if i offer them out?”