WHO: Ren Solitaire & Hannah Smith WHEN: Nowish. WHERE: Ren's apartment. SUMMARY: Drinks and who knows, Hannah might get something real out of him instead of him avoiding it for all these years. WARNINGS: Drinking, and Ren's negative self-talk, but nothing else currently.
“I just don’t want to do some sort of Peter Pan nonsense,” Ren laughed his defense of being way too picky about musical choices. And as he laughed, he took another sip of the beer in his hand, and leaned his head back on the back of the sofa.
Hannah had come over earlier in the evening, and Ren was a beer and several sips of a second into conversation that he had to confess maybe had been much needed. Not that he hadn’t talked to a lot of people in the past few months. Between the play, and having people who had been involved in the play over on New Years Eve, it felt as if he’d really he’d spent a lot of time talking to people he hadn’t known very well before about October of the past year. But that was just it. Most of the people in town he didn’t know very well, and there were some exceptions to this, and Hannah was one of them.
“A musical might be a dumb idea,” he added, another sip of beer. “Or maybe I should just embrace something ridiculous and go for it.” He didn’t know what that would mean. Maybe The Sound of Music with all the children played by grown men. That would be ridiculous. He shook his head, pulled his legs up on the table in front of him and looked over at her. “Enough about my theatrical aspirations, what are you doing now?” He held a finger up: “What’s the best book you’ve read in the last month? I need something new.”