Re: 8:45ish, at a booth - open
His sister's outrage at the utter injustice that had so recently happened to him gave him a burst of energy. He slugged back the rest of his beer, hitting the empty bottle back on the table just a tad too hard.
"I was so pissed. Like. That's not cool. At all." Crumbs were beginning to decorate the tabletop, the remains of his pies quickly accumulating for a barmaid to clean up later. "Yeah, yeah. I'm glad I got a place here. Dad's kinda helping me. Just a little, you know. I'm looking for a job."
Gus glanced hopefully towards the bar, wanting another beer. But he wasn't yet ready to part from his sister, and besides, she was completely on his side right now. It felt good. It felt right. Plus, she'd given him some great advice about which apartment floors to completely and utterly avoid at all costs. The sixth floor was safe--and he'd try to keep it that way.
"BB, what do you do around here for fun? I haven't met anyone yet. Except you. But you're my sister. No offense."