Re: sushi-time: adrian, patrick, lou
Lou hadn't been a grown woman the last time she had set eyes on either of the kids around the table. She thought she was at the time which probably accounted for a couple of the bad decisions that came shortly after leaving town. Either way, the kid - Adrian - was grown-up with a smile and a way of moving in an angular way that made her think of family albums, the fat, slick with plastic kind that Alice had kept under the TV in the living room and leafed through late at night, with a glass or three of something to make her the kind of homesick that was sick for a moment, instead of a reality. Like Adrian had pieces she didn't know were part of the same jigsaw she had gotten dealt.
Which was a headfuck Lou really didn't have the mental capacity to work through when the kid was sat across from her at the table as Patrick walked in, and dropped into a chair as casual as Adrian's sense of fashion. "You put a fish mountain in front of me, I'm going to want a steak after finishing," she said with an easy, unapologetic smile as she reached out a hand to the newcomer-kid which, if he took, she clasped the same, familiar way pack nudged pack where she was from. Or at least, the guys she lived with did.
"I can scale a mountain, easy. But you want to take me on, I'll put money on the fact I can put away more than you can." All of it was easy, but Lou didn't have a problem with people. She got comfortable quick and comfortable bred comfortable and she was slung low in her chair now, watching the two brothers. Didn't know how Adrian and Patrick got along. Didn't know how they interacted. Adrian's shirt was getting a little attention now, as were the little cups.
"You've got me so far out of my comfort zone, kid, I'm going to drink beer here," Lou said, with the kind of enjoyment that made the idea of being uncomfortable entirely unlikely. "I'll buy Pat one if he wants one, but if he's drinking from little cups, I think you've got to show him how."