[Real smooth, Hank! Real damn smooth. Not that he knows what he was trying to get out of that. A smile, maybe?
But no, Hank fucked that up.]
See ya around, Connor.
[He sighs. Goes back to drinking his beer. Turning on his stool to watch Connor start to head out.
Hank’s eyes flick over to meet the bartender's, and god, the little curl of a mocking smile on the guy’s lips.]
Yeah, yeah. I know. [Mumbled quietly against his glass:] Outta my league, anyway, even if I weren’t an asshole.
[And he’s not going to be weird about the movie thing. He’s not. But Hank shoots the bartendar another glance — brow raised at him as if to say “well? Go on” — before he’s heading after Connor.
Jesus Christ, if this isn’t the weirdest decision he’s made all day.]
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[Real smooth, Hank! Real damn smooth. Not that he knows what he was trying to get out of that. A smile, maybe?
But no, Hank fucked that up.]
See ya around, Connor.
[He sighs. Goes back to drinking his beer. Turning on his stool to watch Connor start to head out.
Hank’s eyes flick over to meet the bartender's, and god, the little curl of a mocking smile on the guy’s lips.]
Yeah, yeah. I know. [Mumbled quietly against his glass:] Outta my league, anyway, even if I weren’t an asshole.
[And he’s not going to be weird about the movie thing. He’s not. But Hank shoots the bartendar another glance — brow raised at him as if to say “well? Go on” — before he’s heading after Connor.
Jesus Christ, if this isn’t the weirdest decision he’s made all day.]
What, uh, movie are you going to see?