Re: Deck chairs; sitting.
Business opportunities didn't interest this Nobody. He wasn't in it to become wealthy. Fame didn't interest him, and adoration wasn't his cup of tea. He didn't like tea at all, to be honest, so it wasn't all that surprising that he didn't want a cup of it. Joking aside, he just wasn't thinking like an entrepreneur. Call it a flaw, but he was just fine not being led by the almighty buck. The man he became after drinking his drink didn't care about any of that shit. He didn't have to pay rent tonight, and no one was depending on him, so bring on the carefree. Give the bottles away for free. The more the merrier.
"Childhoods should be heavy on childhood. Sorry." He had the ability to sound sincere. It was hard to tell whether it was genuine because people needed to be known for that level of understanding. He wasn't known, so it would remain a mystery whether he was genuinely sorry. He might just be saying it. He had a tendency to say what was expected of him. Didn't everyone? "I don't mean that," he added, just to be a shit, and he grinned at his damp neighbor.
His subsequent laugh was neither clown nor Pierrot. It was a deep chuckle. Think Clark Gable. "All nights are for doing the things you want to do. Who cares about the sun? Who cares about what people think? That's a limited way to live." Was he limited in the sunlight? Of course he was, but the things that limited were currently not in attendance. It was a gift from the bottle, that liberation. He liked it. But his restraints weren't of his own making, even when the sun beat down on his shoulders. "Do whatever you want out there. Close your eyes if you need to pretend no one's watching."
He swung a leg over the deck chair, and the fabric at his knees bunched uncomfortably tight behind his kneecaps. "I have tons of things I want to do. I just need the time to do them. Can't cram an entire bucket list into a day. I have specific people I want to do. I probably want to do people I haven't met yet. I hope I do, anyway. It would be boring if I didn't want to do anyone else for my entire life." Not a romantic, this guy. "You think I'm hot. That's cool." What better way to not be himself? To prove he was all in, he leaned down to where the other guy was sitting on the concrete.
No hands, Ma, but he caught the corner of the guy's mouth in a kiss that was clumsy determination. His lips were dry, and there was some indecision before the kiss readjusted and became a kiss. Maybe if he closed his eyes.