( She coughs her way through that first sip, and he can't help the soft laugh that follows — not mean-spirited, just amused. Been a while since he's seen anybody try beer for the first time. Been even longer since he's seen it from someone her age rather than a teenager. A little consideration has him dipping down under the bar to grab her a napkin, which he slides across the smooth wood in her direction. Just in case it goes down the wrong hatch again.
And then he drags up his own stool, perching on the edge of it across the bar from her. Settling in, more comfortable and casual than any real bartender would ever be. This place makes for a convenient backdrop, but at the end of the day? It's just a great big excuse to drink with folks in a more comfortable setting, in a way that feels a little less intimate and weird than inviting someone into a recreated living room instead.
He gets the feeling he's gonna wanna be comfortable for some of her stories. )
The wasteland. ( It's a dubious echo — not because he doesn't believe her, but because it sounds like an absolute goddamn nightmare. Which is very much not reflecting in her attitude about the whole place. ) So, just- just to recap a little, here...
( He talks with his hands, slowly, gesturing between her and then just sort of-- around. )
Earth. America. Big war, underground vaults, nuclear bomb blast... end of the world, more or less. Then, flash forward a few- what, decades? Centuries? You pop out of the vault, into a wasteland full of gun-happy post-apocalyptic townships. Am I getting that about right?
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And then he drags up his own stool, perching on the edge of it across the bar from her. Settling in, more comfortable and casual than any real bartender would ever be. This place makes for a convenient backdrop, but at the end of the day? It's just a great big excuse to drink with folks in a more comfortable setting, in a way that feels a little less intimate and weird than inviting someone into a recreated living room instead.
He gets the feeling he's gonna wanna be comfortable for some of her stories. )
The wasteland. ( It's a dubious echo — not because he doesn't believe her, but because it sounds like an absolute goddamn nightmare. Which is very much not reflecting in her attitude about the whole place. ) So, just- just to recap a little, here...
( He talks with his hands, slowly, gesturing between her and then just sort of-- around. )
Earth. America. Big war, underground vaults, nuclear bomb blast... end of the world, more or less. Then, flash forward a few- what, decades? Centuries? You pop out of the vault, into a wasteland full of gun-happy post-apocalyptic townships. Am I getting that about right?