He grabbed a beer from the fridge for her. If she didn't want to drink it, he was pretty sure she wouldn't. She didn't seem like the type to just do something she didn't want to for the sake of being polite.
"C'mon" he said, gesturing for her to follow him. He led her up the stairs and into one of the back rooms. The floor boards were bare but he laid down cloth to stop it getting too messy. There were various easels set up with paintings on them, bottles of paint littering a coffee table in the middle of the room, as well as empty beer bottles and a semi full ashtray.
The paintings were part of a big project. The backgrounds had been done with watercolours, and the silhouettes had been done in black ink. There were only a few of those. The rest were done in oils. Much more detailed. The watercolour series was on the theme of music and it's inspiration it's values to his life. The oil paintings were about the harsh realities, containing various things from his past. Not things he generally made known but still.