The guy's face tenses up, wearing the fighting expression of someone wanting to protest. All the comebacks were visible on the curve of his frowning mouth, in the flare of his nostrils as he was attempting to mention something about her own maturity. But Hank punctuates her clapback with a simple, "Right. Gotta go talk to her, she knows where the decent whiskey is."
He'd been wanting to make a comment all night, bring up that her and others were around and that as a big public event? Probably not the best call. Even if they weren't planning harm. His concerns ended up misdirected, but they are still present.
He joins her over by the bar and leans on it. This time careful to avoid any questionable subjects.
"My fuckin' hero." He snorts. "God, I fuckin' remember every millenial bullshit headline back in the teens. People couldn't deal with the fact we didn't care about fabric softener or that people fuckin' liked avacados."
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He'd been wanting to make a comment all night, bring up that her and others were around and that as a big public event? Probably not the best call. Even if they weren't planning harm. His concerns ended up misdirected, but they are still present.
He joins her over by the bar and leans on it. This time careful to avoid any questionable subjects.
"My fuckin' hero." He snorts. "God, I fuckin' remember every millenial bullshit headline back in the teens. People couldn't deal with the fact we didn't care about fabric softener or that people fuckin' liked avacados."