Re: At the bar: Grant S/Cris M
'Happy homemaking' earned a smile from Cris, amused and good-humored, and that part about the shower got a laugh. "You know why I don't like those shows?" The shot was working its way through Cris' muscles and blood, loosening him just a lil bit. If Grant had known him better, he mighta seen it, just in the way the guy sat ever more forward on his stool, in the easier draw of his smile, but it was all subtle and took an eye well-versed in his usual behavior, huh? To compare and contrast like that. Plus, it was only one shot. Cris wasn't a big drinker, so it always hit him pretty good, but it was enough for him, a pleasant buzz burgeoning at the basea his skull and a guy next to him who seemed pretty decent. "I don't like 'em, 'cause, even though it's great they renovate the houses and alla that, now somebody with less money can't move in. It's like, ..." A small frown of concentration appeared on his lips. "Piecemeal gentrification, huh?" He smiled, one sidea his mouth. "But, that said, I ain't against new showers. I could use one myself.—I can help you with the wirin', sure. Just wear sneakers with rubber soles, huh?"
Making funna somebody wasn't mean-spirited where Cris was from. Everybody teased everybody for everything, and there really weren't very many secrets—or much privacy. The guy knew it wasn't always that way, 'specially with gringos, who seemed to like to tiptoe 'round everything, but it was his nature, and he gave the kid a pat on the back.
It was the comment 'bout depending on who Sam gets to model for her that got another laugh outta him. He sniffed, rubbing his nose with the backa his hand, dragging the glass along the bartop for no particular reason.
"It's about the appreciationa the form. Or somethin' real abstract." Said lofty, huh? 'Til his smile slid into a smirk. "But, I bet she'd take requests."