LOCKE
As Eryx got off the chair, Locke relaxed, finishing off the beer and stepping back, just a bit. His goal had been mostly accomplished but he has a feeling it was less intimidation and more the way Eryx is looking at him. He raises an eyebrow but takes the second (third?) drink. "What makes you say that?" As if he isn't on his third beer. He's probably not leaving sober, that's for sure. Locke heads back to his table, tilting his head as if to tell the other man to follow.
"Thank you, for shutting up. And the beer, I suppose. Think I've seen you around. Name's Locke." He holds his free hand out, having relaxed without the singing. It wasn't that he's against fun. It's just that he's against that kind of fun.
"Thank you, for shutting up. And the beer, I suppose. Think I've seen you around. Name's Locke." He holds his free hand out, having relaxed without the singing. It wasn't that he's against fun. It's just that he's against that kind of fun.
I'm motivated by the lack of doubt
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
