[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLmU2YTg3NS5SM0pwZEhNLC4w/vtks-relaxing-blaze.regular.png[/img][/center] [hr] [color=fdc68a]“Decent day. Thanks for askin’ kid.”[/color] Grits murmured back to Jennie as she passed along his tap water. Honestly, it tasted the same as it did as home, so it wasn’t like he had to leave to get halfway decent water, but he was a creature of habits. He slid a dollar toward the bartender, the most he could spare for a tip, and gave a half-nod as he downed the glass. It didn’t burn at all. It was water. It was boring. Boring was worse than bad, he thought, and it made him scowl at the few droplets which remained on the glass. While Grits’ interpretation of the Beat was the most irritating thing that he could imagine, there were a few sounds that came close. [color=fdc68a]“Smooth as they can go.”[/color] Grits gave the response abruptly, with his conscious effort to remain patient tinting the words. Sure, Grits shouldn’t have been in a bar, but what excuse did Brandon have? Had he come to berate the other patrons? It was entertaining, to say the least, but Grits had never been one for self-discipline. [color=fdc68a]“It’s good you stay dry, kid. These drinks can really mess you up.”[/color] The words were genuine, but still stained with signature Grits grit. [color=fdc68a]“Still, makes a man wonder why you hang out in a bar. Schitt, if I didn’t know better I’d say you came here to sweep ol’ Grits off his feet with that compliment of yours.”[/color] Grits was very deadpan in his delivery, being the type to internalize a laugh rather than share it with others. He was straight to the point when he spoke despite not knowing too much about Brandon beyond his attitude. He turned his body to face him a bit more seriously, but didn’t expect to keep the conversation very long. He’d had his glass, and he wasn’t big on chatter nowadays. But he figured he’d entertain the guy, since he’d approached him. Didn’t change the fact that Grits thought he had a very punchable face, but he kept that under wraps. Grits wasn’t the most menacing figure, slouched as he was, but he was big. His face showed a tired sort of interest, but his eyes were prepped to judge behind his glasses.