Re: Deck chairs; sitting.
Tonight, the man was no one. He wasn't a jock. He wasn't a nerd. He wasn't a slacker. He wasn't a theater kid. He wasn't a rebel. He wasn't who he was, and he wasn't who he wasn't. He could make something up. He had a feeling he was supposed to make up some grand persona that felt fleshed out and real. This could be that. This refusal to be anything could be that guy he was building on the shoulders of a bottle. He could do that. He was easy. Bring on the character building. He hoped it was like legos or an erector set. He didn't remember who he wasn't so there was that.
"That's some exact numerics. You, me, and half the town." He nodded agreeable. Alright, he would buy it. It seemed fair that half of Repose wasn't good at taking orders. "But it's not impressive, is it? If it's only half the town. The other half likes being bossed around? Poor bastards." Unless it was a kink thing, in which case, go Repose! He wanted to raise a toast to that other half of Repose, but, look, Ma, no drink. That had been bad planning on his part, but he wasn't interest in stealing his new buddy's drink. Backwash wasn't his thing, even during Repose's weird nights. Hey, he liked saving the exchange of bodily fluids for someone he was into.
"Yowch. Ouch. Ow. Owie. Any of those ring a bell? Yowch isn't the most popular, I grant you." He half watched as the sneaker flew. "Don't like those people, or you just have a thing for tossing your kicks?"
He only briefly considered how many bottles would fit in the pool. It hadn't been that heavy a comment. It was just a cautionary tale about pools and bare feet, but he didn't feel like rewinding the convo. Tonight, he was only going to put it in drive. None of this reverse shit. Instead, he glanced over to the wayward kicks again. "You don't want them to get wet, but you chucked them? Mind sharing the logic, or are we not doing logic tonight? I'm down with no logic, but guidelines would be appreciated." Not guidelines for cashing in. He was feeling that his companion didn't have the right kind of chips to lay on the table. But, you never knew. He wasn't anyone tonight, and that whole definition thing was still a work in progress.
He didn't think jumping with a cigarette in your mouth was a wise life choice, but alright, he could respect it. "Did that do it for you?" he asked, when he had the opportunity.