John's eyes widened a little bit, leaning back in his seat as if the idea of fixing made him uncomfortable, arm stretched over the back of the booth.
"I'm not exactly English myself," John responded, his open palm a dismissive gesture. But moving his hips in a little closer in the seat was a sign that he was engaged, at least. "Scottish, if you go far back enough on Mom's side. All I knew about English people was the Beatles and awkward dudes in films and good villains. Lots of stiff upper lip and suits. This isn't that..."
He took another sip, moving in closer, warming to his theme as he looked around. "This is bikers, and booze, and rock, and the 50s, but in ways that were harder than they were back home. No umbrellas or tweed. They know what they wanna be." John shrugged: "I like that."
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Date: 2016-06-22 09:22 am (UTC)"I'm not exactly English myself," John responded, his open palm a dismissive gesture. But moving his hips in a little closer in the seat was a sign that he was engaged, at least. "Scottish, if you go far back enough on Mom's side. All I knew about English people was the Beatles and awkward dudes in films and good villains. Lots of stiff upper lip and suits. This isn't that..."
He took another sip, moving in closer, warming to his theme as he looked around. "This is bikers, and booze, and rock, and the 50s, but in ways that were harder than they were back home. No umbrellas or tweed. They know what they wanna be." John shrugged: "I like that."