Mar 30, 2006 18:43
There is a father and son in the bar.
Father a bit wan looking, and the son eating abashedly. He's in big trouble and he knows it.
Come and talk to one, or the other. John Preston in the bar to clear things up.
max guevera,
john preston
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"Hey. How's it going?"
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His smile's bright despite his little escapade, "I'm okay."
Preston's got a warm smile for Max as well, "Hey."
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It's genuine. She'd been worried since Ray had told her of Robbie's disappearance.
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Father's mad at his son.
Robbie hangs his head, smiling at Max, "How're you?"
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She gives Robbie a faintly sympathetic smile. "I'm all right, thanks."
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"Why's that?"
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Preston sighed, "....He should have known better then to wander off like he did."
"I wanted to make sure the guy was okay!"
"All the same." Preston's voice hardened, "-You're not to EVER do that again."
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And hell, maybe discipline's good for a normal child.
...Relatively speaking.
"...Maybe this is a bad time."
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He stares Robbie down, his son meeting his father's gaze defiantly before stifling a yawn.
The kid is only nine.
He waves to Max, "g'night."
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"G'night, kiddo. Sleep well."
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