Re: Derek + Open
"Nah, they're too frou-frou here to have any wrapped candy in a joint like this... god damn shame if you ask me," Tiernan said, shaking his head. He reached up and patted his shirt pocket. "S'why I pack my own. And I can share. I'm just that kinda guy." He tossed one of the wrapped candies, landing it on Derek's plate with ease.
He glanced down at the crab legs and grimaced. "Never could figure out why you people looked at those fuckers and thought 'hey, that's good eatin','" he remarked, and snorted. Protein wasn't much his favorite food group, but he had his limits. "Not that chickens are are much better."
He plopped a serving of what he thought might be chicken marsala on his plate; at least it had wine in it.