Stan the Man (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} stanbyme) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
"Suppose we're both in the market for a new job these days." He admitted, because well - it wasn't like accounting was doing him any good here. There didn't seem to be much call for that sort of thing in a place that didn't actually use money - so Stan was going to have to figure something else out, less of a job and more of just a way to pass the time, it was well and good to spend his days with his friends now, but in time he'd want more, he was certain of that much.
"I don't know," Stan wavered when Richie offered him another cheese dick, "I mean how many of those can a man have before you have to worry?" He asked shaking his head, but at the very least he could handle another drink, it was a party right? And sometimes that was just necessary. And those cheese dicks made it necessary as far as he was concerned.
"Yeah," He agreed nodding though, because it was pretty good, festive even, and they were all together, maybe not all of them, but the four of them could be enough, for now. "It's been a long time since we've managed that." Decades, so having the chance here? That wasn't something to sniff at.