Re: Vinnie/Gus : Food Table : 8:20p
Had he not been currently preoccupied with eating another bite of his shrimp cake, Gus might have asked the other guy what the hell he'd meant. Yet the other pool party goer clearly was attempting to both distract from his potentially offensive statement and simultaneously change the subject.
Well, whatever. It wasn't as if Gus was really in a place to start an argument. Not in front of what seemed like the entire apartment complex--there was no telling if Alice might overhear, or BB. That would only make things so much worse.
"Points for not being basketball player height? That's like. A definite first." Gus swallowed his bite of food and smiled uncertainly, though truth be told, it wasn't entirely horrible to meet another Pax tenant that wasn't gunning for a place on the Bears team. "I don't care about sports, so it doesn't matter." Can't play them effectively, anyway, he thought with a tinge of regret. He finished his shrimp cake, brushing stray crumbs off his shirt. "Uh, my name's Gus, by the way. From the sixth floor. You got a name other than beer guy?"