Re: At the bar: Grant S/Cris M
Nah, Cris wasn't bored. He didn't get bored much, even when he was just sitting, watching TV, and maybe that said something about him, huh? Maybe he just wasn't a real interesting guy, but he wasn't bored now either. He smiled as he lifted the whiskey to his lips again, thinking 'bout having a house, owning it, what it'd be like to have a yard, stuff like that, stuff that didn't really go nowhere.
"Bought a house for your vacation, huh?" He couldn't remember if the guy said he was staying here past that, coming back, whatever, but he made the joke anyway, smile stubborn and ink black on his lips. "Handyman? I shoulda let you deal with Meredith's propane."
He turned his glass on the bar, in its own seata condensation, laughing open when Grant said the Alexander-Donovan-Morgensterns would fit right in. He didn't doubt that. Melodramatic, yeah, and rich fodder for gossip.
"Makes sense," replied Cris 'bout the drawing. "My ma always wanted me to be creative like that. Didn't happen." He smiled. "Seems like a good outlet, huh? What's the word? Cathartic." He took a swallowa his whiskey, drying wet lips on the backa his hand. "Oh, she's got a whole roster."—Remembering, he nodded to himself. "She does do drawin' I think. We talked 'bout live models."