Gen may or may not slam down his glass on the counter a little too hard, clicking his tongue loudly as he looks towards the entrance to the bar for the Nth time -- and sure enough, still no Amos walking in. Is he really going to make himself a pain in the ass and require a whole 'nother search session to hunt down? Ugh. ]
Gimme another one.
[ Ignoring the disapproving stare from the bartender no doubt unhappy about having his glassware mishandled, Gen slides over the money for a second beer. And though he looks up the moment he hears the door creak open, it's just some random stranger wandering in, earning another indignant huff. His barstool's juddering lightly from the way he jostles his leg, and Gen snatches up his beer the moment the bartender hands it over to take a long drink.
-- how badly did Amos get fucked up in Venera? Presumably he went through the same bullshit that most of them did, but ... Gen hadn't pinned him the type to react this badly to anything. What the hell did he have to deal with while under the influence of that shit?
The door creaks open once more, and though Gen snaps his gaze over to it in irate fashion, he sits up straighter the moment he realizes that, this time, it is who he was waiting for. ]
-- you're late.
[ Which means, of course, Amos walks through the door and is promptly greeted by that surly remark. Sorry bro. ]
i / wildcard
Gen may or may not slam down his glass on the counter a little too hard, clicking his tongue loudly as he looks towards the entrance to the bar for the Nth time -- and sure enough, still no Amos walking in. Is he really going to make himself a pain in the ass and require a whole 'nother search session to hunt down? Ugh. ]
Gimme another one.
[ Ignoring the disapproving stare from the bartender no doubt unhappy about having his glassware mishandled, Gen slides over the money for a second beer. And though he looks up the moment he hears the door creak open, it's just some random stranger wandering in, earning another indignant huff. His barstool's juddering lightly from the way he jostles his leg, and Gen snatches up his beer the moment the bartender hands it over to take a long drink.
-- how badly did Amos get fucked up in Venera? Presumably he went through the same bullshit that most of them did, but ... Gen hadn't pinned him the type to react this badly to anything. What the hell did he have to deal with while under the influence of that shit?
The door creaks open once more, and though Gen snaps his gaze over to it in irate fashion, he sits up straighter the moment he realizes that, this time, it is who he was waiting for. ]
-- you're late.
[ Which means, of course, Amos walks through the door and is promptly greeted by that surly remark. Sorry bro. ]