He suggests they go to a bar. Well look at that, she was already rubbing off on him. Now, normally, one drink isn’t really her thing either, but today she thinks she will introduce him to sipping spirits. The kind that are designed to drink slowly, to enjoy over a long conversation. He may have been gullible, but she had no plans to take advantage of him. On the contrary, the point of this was to teach him how to hold his own, even if only a little bit. ”Have you been to the VlamVloed?” she asks, nodding to the door and making her way toward it. She’d enjoyed the bar when she’d been, though admittedly she enjoyed the owner more. Not in that way (mostly, anyway), but in a friendly, possible business-partner sort of way. Might as well go support the bar that may very well be funding her own.
Before that though, he ends up staring at the floor sounding very...hurt? Hurt at being gay? Hurt that she knew? There’s confusion written all over her face. ”Here’s the thing, you don’t look like me and have straight guys not stare at you with hungry eyes. You have no hungry eyes. It’s not a big deal here though, seriously.” If there was a girl around Weaver might go kiss her just to make a point. ”You be you, whatever that means. You’ll find your place here.”
She chucks him on the shoulder again lightly, like telling him to chin up. ”If it was human, I wouldn’t tell you anyway,” she says with a wink. It really was a good thing he understood her sense of humor or he’d never touch that beef. And what a waste that would be, it was damn fine beef.
Before that though, he ends up staring at the floor sounding very...hurt? Hurt at being gay? Hurt that she knew? There’s confusion written all over her face. ”Here’s the thing, you don’t look like me and have straight guys not stare at you with hungry eyes. You have no hungry eyes. It’s not a big deal here though, seriously.” If there was a girl around Weaver might go kiss her just to make a point. ”You be you, whatever that means. You’ll find your place here.”
She chucks him on the shoulder again lightly, like telling him to chin up. ”If it was human, I wouldn’t tell you anyway,” she says with a wink. It really was a good thing he understood her sense of humor or he’d never touch that beef. And what a waste that would be, it was damn fine beef.
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
