Shall we start with the fist bump or awkward stumbling first~?4leaf_charmedMarch 7 2010, 09:44:53 UTC
Conner gave the guys at the bar a joking bow as he filled up another shot glass, slipping it to the person in front of him and shoving the money into the register after a quick count. The tips were building up in the small jars along the counter top and the two guys helping him behind the bar were running to get more alcohol from the store room, serve regular beers, take tabs and make sure no one got too drunk. He moved methodically along the bar and made a note to tell one of the other lads to call a cab
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Definitely the awkward stumbling. Followed by an elbow jab to the face <3pride_of_kiwiMarch 14 2010, 01:09:22 UTC
When the man managed to lift his head, a Cheshire grin came with it, swirling the lines of dark blue facial markings, creating the illusion of movement where there was nothing. The smile was impressive, wide, but the eyes didn't quite match such vibrancy.
He was tired, that much was apparent. Weary. Maybe irritated, perhaps even angry so far as Connor could gather.
"Well!"
John plopped an elbow on the bar, curled a palm around the offering and lifted it as though toasting. "Blow me down, correct on all three accounts." Another hand extended, waited for a good shake, and the eccentric spawn of Kirkland managed something more of a genuine upward tilt of the mouth as he confirmed with a hearty, "Iorangi John Paul Key and no other. You'll be Connor O'Connor."
He chuckled deeply, almost humming after a long, desperate swig. "Seems I caught ya on duty, eh?"
You know just the way to my heart bro~4leaf_charmedMarch 15 2010, 00:08:46 UTC
Those tattoos were a bit creepy. Conner decided that as soon as he saw that broad grin on the other man's face. He hoped he never found out how creepy those tattoos looked when John got angry or fought - if he did the latter anyhow. Never could judge a fighter on their appearance after all
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He was tired, that much was apparent. Weary. Maybe irritated, perhaps even angry so far as Connor could gather.
"Well!"
John plopped an elbow on the bar, curled a palm around the offering and lifted it as though toasting. "Blow me down, correct on all three accounts." Another hand extended, waited for a good shake, and the eccentric spawn of Kirkland managed something more of a genuine upward tilt of the mouth as he confirmed with a hearty, "Iorangi John Paul Key and no other. You'll be Connor O'Connor."
He chuckled deeply, almost humming after a long, desperate swig. "Seems I caught ya on duty, eh?"
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