#liam: o'shea's (derogatory)

[liamalexanderr]

THEY MADE SOME INTRIGUING POINTS. no one was really at their full potential at a bar. much less a bar in weaver ridge. you came to get drunk and eat cheap food. the person in front of him seemed out of place in that way. the way being sober and every piece of clothing in perfect order. "you seem like you are a person with good judgement. what are you doing here ?" he waved at the bartender, motioning toward his glass to get another. liam shook his head, before drinking the rest of his now lukewarm beer. "nah, no need. i have something at home, i'm pretty sure." there were, in fact, several casseroles from both kitty and leonard taking up all the space in his fridge. "i'm still being rude, huh ? i'm liam."

“i  mean.  we're  at  a  bar.  or  pub.  or  both.  being  put  together  is  not  on  the  menu  here,  i  don't  think.”  although  ruby  became  hyper  -  aware  of  the  irony  of  that  statement,  considering  they  were  nowhere  near  inebriated,  and  their  jean  jacket  presented  some  kind  of  tidiness  or  something.  “you're  not  doing  anything  humiliating,  so.  i  don't  see  the  big  deal.”  and  it  wasn't  a  particular  characteristic  for  ruby  to  speak  as  though  they  knew  someone;  they  sometimes  felt  as  though  they  knew  hardly  anyone,  even  people  they've  met  several  times  before  or  would  consider  friends.  but  such  was  the  symptom. 

discussing  food  and  drink  was  almost  always  a  safe  zone.  it  was  no  wonder  ruby  retreated  to  it  first.  they  might  struggle  with  speaking  or  connecting,  but  they  did  understand  some  things.  “did  you  at  least  get  some  of  those  …  what  do  they  call  them,  the  chippy  special?  the  battered  fries?”  it  might  also  help  with  the  not  -  put  -  together  feeling.  but  they  didn't  say  that  yet.