There was always something secret about Em that irked John. It wasn't shyness, not exactly, although that was a part of it. He had a bad enough time coping with Bobby's middle-class-ignore-stuff-bullcrap, and though Em didn't drive him to the flashes of scalding anger that Bobby did, there were times he wanted her to fucking express something.
Shaking his head a little, he sauntered to the counter/bar and ordered two half-pints of alcoholic cider. Not everyone had his particular relationship to alcohol, but hey, Em should have spoken up, right? Settling her glass down on the table in front of her, John slid into his seat, and ran fingers through his hair. He could almost feel the blond, as well as the gel in his spikes, a constant reminder.
It wasn't fair to take his bad mood out on Em, though. "Sorry. I'm in a crappy mood. How can I help? I'll focus on that."
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Date: 2016-06-11 03:53 am (UTC)Shaking his head a little, he sauntered to the counter/bar and ordered two half-pints of alcoholic cider. Not everyone had his particular relationship to alcohol, but hey, Em should have spoken up, right? Settling her glass down on the table in front of her, John slid into his seat, and ran fingers through his hair. He could almost feel the blond, as well as the gel in his spikes, a constant reminder.
It wasn't fair to take his bad mood out on Em, though. "Sorry. I'm in a crappy mood. How can I help? I'll focus on that."