Ren was sore in places that he hadn't worked or felt in ages. It had been an exhilarating and crazy night as they had chased Shae through out the paint ball field shooting each other. Chris had gone into "serious business" mode after he got hit, and then it became a war game. Ren, the victim of much friendly fire, got covered in paint. His clothes were ruined, but that was why he wore old stuff there anyways. Who knows, maybe multicolored paint splattered clothes would come into style someday soon.
After the game was over Chris had dropped him off at the bar and headed home. He had gotten a message that he had to go into work early the next day and Ren figured he could find himself a ride no problem. If anything he could beg a ride from his friend the bounty hunter. He didn't think that Shae would be the type to get sore after getting pelted with paint balls, seeing as it was his idea anyways.
He felt a little awkward walking into the bar. His clothes were still dirty and covered in paint. He hadn't thought to bring anything extra to change into. His mother would have had a cow seeing him out in public dressed the way he was, but that's what mothers worried about, not him. Or maybe he did? It did kind of feel like people were staring at him as soon as he walked in, even if they weren't. It wasn't like anyone aside from Shae knew about the incident at the gay bar.
He pushed his overlong bangs from his face and cleaned his glasses with the inside of his shirt in attempt to get whatever greasy grim had gotten stuck on the lenses off as he headed toward the bar. Shae was easy to spot and he made his way over, hearing that the bounty hunter had bought everyone in their party a free first drink. Awesome.
"Hey." He smiled at Shae in what he hoped was a friendly buddy-buddy manner. "That was a Hell of a lot of fun. You should set up another game like that again. Maybe get the whole building to come next time." Ren picked up his frosty glass of beer and started to drink, getting foam all over his upper lip.