Re: At the bar: Grant S/Cris M
"Well, the school is mostly on vacation for the next few months, so they don't need very much help." He rolled his beer between his palms in an age-old gesture of men everywhere since they started manufacturing the things. "Trying to clean up the house. I haven't done much since I bought it." He was talking a lot, chatting about nothing, and enjoying the hell out of it. At least Cris didn't seem bored.
"This town loves melodrama. They'll fit right in," Grant said, smiling.
When Grant heard "arts and crafts" he thought of little kids painting mugs and using glue to stick things together. He also didn't think of himself as an artist. He kept his hands busy; he did not think of it as expressing, nor certainly did he do it to render something beautiful for anyone but himself. "I don't know. Always did. Keeps the hands busy when there's nothing better for them to do." And it was something for himself, something private, something that never hurt anyone. It felt strange talking about it. "Classes, really?" Pottery. He laughed to himself a little. He'd never thought about doing pottery.