Re: At the bar: Grant S/Cris M
Cris was nearly done with his whiskey, but he wasn't gonna ask for another. He was thinking, in the backa his head, 'bout seeing if Sam wanted to come down here after Daniel's, but he'd wait 'til he heard from her—and since he might hafta drive... Yeah, he'd stick to one glass. Amber and bister swirled in the unremarkable glass, down near his fingertips at the base, and the guy smiled at Grant, listening. He sat forward more on the stool, like it was some kinda messed up horse, the solesa his feet practically meeting down near the floor, and he had his weight on his elbows. It was apparently comfortable for him.
"I guess so. Home is a haven, huh? But, I dunno 'bout vacation." It was light teasing and Cris sipped at his whiskey with a grin, his eyes following the bartender as Grant called them over. "You wanna learn?" He meant that. Maybe it was being a dad or maybe it was being the only boy growing up, the person his sisters called—and the person who taught their kids how do to the stuff—but Cris liked showing people how to do hands-on stuff like minor plumping and electrical. He and Teresa had put together a dollhousea hers that you had to do the electricity for. It was pretty fun. "I can show you. Lotta that stuff ain't so hard, as long as you don't mind getting a few zaps."
He nodded 'bout the outlet thing, 'cause he was pretty sure that's what it was for Sam, huh? All that painting. Like when she was messed up 'bout the fog, and she retreated into herself, but she still needed to get something out. For Cris, his outlet was a punching bag, as much as his ma had wanted him to be some great artist for a reason he never could figure out.
"S'good to have an outlet. 'Specially a portable one. Me, I can barely draw a heart—and I really try." There came another smile, softer, though it wick'd into humor at the lifta those fair eyebrows. Cris pressed his fist to his cheek and nose, leaned into it, laughing at the kid. "What's that—worry or fear I hear? They call it, ah, body studies, right?"