Carter had been strolling along, minding his own business when he stumbled upon Jim. And whoa, that was some strong stuff he smelled. It practically burned a third nostril in his nose.
"Jesus Christ, Jim," he started to laugh but the sound faded as he drew closer and realized the kind of state he was in. "That stuff could melt half of New York," he smiled gently, hands shoved into his pockets.
Carter had dealt with a lot of crazy, moody people in his life. A little grumpiness from Jim wasn't likely to scare him off.
Carter plopped down. "Actually I'm sure you'll be all kinds of fun once you pass me some of that enginecleaner," he returned, wagging four fingers at the moonshine in a gesture that certainly meant 'come on, hand it over'.
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"Jesus Christ, Jim," he started to laugh but the sound faded as he drew closer and realized the kind of state he was in. "That stuff could melt half of New York," he smiled gently, hands shoved into his pockets.
"Mind if I sit down?"
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"That would be the point," he snorted slightly, taking another sip. The sting would inevitably lessen soon enough.
He waved vaguely toward the space next to him. "If you want. Might not be the best company right now, though."
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Carter plopped down. "Actually I'm sure you'll be all kinds of fun once you pass me some of that enginecleaner," he returned, wagging four fingers at the moonshine in a gesture that certainly meant 'come on, hand it over'.
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"Go for it. Stuff's strong, though, if you couldn't tell. Homemade alcohol tends to be like that."
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