Hey, hey. John will have both Ms. GI Jane and Space Kilts United know he's only spilled just the one time. Maybe...1.5 times. Ish.
1.5 times-ish has a nice ring to it.
John turns to glance over at Aeryn coming in and picking a chair for herself like she owns the place. By now he's had probably more than he should, nursing his drink and the jug that he's probably hogged and it's probably the first time he can say he's outdrank a Scot. Not that he made it a point to go drinking with Scots in the first place but still. By now he's cultivated a decent sense of inertia, John making extra careful not go spilling the rest of the jug on Aeyrn or Jamie as he offers some to her.
"He's right. Big 'beastie'. I'd say big as a house," John says, not yet at the point he'd be slurring, and still at the point he'll tease Aeryn. He's just hit the "good mood everywhere" part. He grins at Aeryn. "Jamie here's telling me all about the Ohm and why Stacy hasn't shot them through a black hole. He's a good kid."
As first impressions go, John likes Jamie. He doesn't get the sense that he wants something outta him, no sprouting of alien tentacles on him, nothing. He already likes that about the kid. The bartender swings by with another glass for Aeryn and sets it down in front of her before bustling off elsewhere, John tilting back the last of his own drink before he reaches over to fill everyone's. Aeryn, too, he thinks could unwind. Sometimes he wonders if she knows the meaning of the word.
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1.5 times-ish has a nice ring to it.
John turns to glance over at Aeryn coming in and picking a chair for herself like she owns the place. By now he's had probably more than he should, nursing his drink and the jug that he's probably hogged and it's probably the first time he can say he's outdrank a Scot. Not that he made it a point to go drinking with Scots in the first place but still. By now he's cultivated a decent sense of inertia, John making extra careful not go spilling the rest of the jug on Aeyrn or Jamie as he offers some to her.
"He's right. Big 'beastie'. I'd say big as a house," John says, not yet at the point he'd be slurring, and still at the point he'll tease Aeryn. He's just hit the "good mood everywhere" part. He grins at Aeryn. "Jamie here's telling me all about the Ohm and why Stacy hasn't shot them through a black hole. He's a good kid."
As first impressions go, John likes Jamie. He doesn't get the sense that he wants something outta him, no sprouting of alien tentacles on him, nothing. He already likes that about the kid. The bartender swings by with another glass for Aeryn and sets it down in front of her before bustling off elsewhere, John tilting back the last of his own drink before he reaches over to fill everyone's. Aeryn, too, he thinks could unwind. Sometimes he wonders if she knows the meaning of the word.