Re: 8:45ish, at a booth - open
Gus shook his head, grin fading to a wry ghost of a smile. There was no brokering an argument with BB--unless the situation explicitly called for it. Given that he hadn't seen her in quite a few months, now seemed like the exact opposite of the right time.
As if to prove how much character he was building tonight (and how much his liver could potentially take), Gus raised his half-full beer bottle in an open toast. "Dad's got high standards, you know how he is." With a swig, he let the alcohol bubble down the back of his throat. Picking at the small pie in front of him, he followed BB's errant gaze for a moment, wondering who it was she'd caught in her sights this time.
The crowd was thick enough, however, that he couldn't quite make out whoever BB was trying to keep an eye on. However, given that this was BB, it might not matter in another five or ten minutes. Hell, it might not matter in a year. BB's heart and attention was fickle.
"The only thing shaking is the shake 'n bake chicken I made the other night for dinner. It was pretty awful, BB. This pie is like. At least five times better." His brows furrowed as he struggled with how much to tell her about his current school situation, given that it was entirely wrapped up with why he was now living at Pax Letale in the first place. "Better. It's been better. My old roommates kicked me out of our place."