If you're looking for hot water, don't act shocked if you get burned a little bit Who: Jameson and Jasper McQueen Where: Their place When: Evening
This was the kind of night when there wasn't much else to do besides put your feet up and crack open a cold one. Would've been better if they could go to an actual bar, but with the current state of things, it wasn't like there was a whole lot open at the moment. Lots of places were doing the responsible thing and shutting down early, which was good for everyone else, but really sucked for Jasper and Jameson. No matter, Jameson had simply picked up a couple six packs on his way home and knew not all bad could come of it. It wouldn't be the first time, and it wouldn't be the last.
Didn't mean he wouldn't keep his eyes and ears open for leads from here on out. Shit, you did not fuck up a McQueen's night of drinking and think you could get away with it.
Hearing the front door click open, Jameson turned his head to see Jasper walking in. "Beer's in the fridge," he called from his spot on the couch, his right leg propped up on the coffee table, his cane leaning to the side. Truth be told, his injured leg was hurting like a bitch at the moment and the rain wasn't helping, but the alcohol was better than all the painkillers he'd been prescribed. With that thought in mind, probably was better that he wasn't doing much tonight besides hanging out.