Newt slides onto a bar stool next to a shaggy-haired gentleman who looks like he's seen better days. He orders a beer from the bartender but can't stop stealing glances at the other guy. He wants to say something because he's Newt Geiszler and doesn't know how to stay quiet for very long, not even when he's alone in the lab after Hermann has huffed away to bed.
And isn't that why he's here, anyway? For the first time in a decade, there's nobody to tell him how unprofessionally dressed he is or how poor his eating habits or that he really ought to get some more sleep because the bags under his eyes are starting to get thicker than his frames can hide. It's too quiet in his head, and he takes a long chug of his drink to try to fill the void.
He spends a full ten seconds debating whether it's a good idea to engage a guy who could probably snap his neck with just one look before leaning towards him with a wry smile. "So what are you trying to forget?"
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Date: 2013-09-29 08:27 pm (UTC)And isn't that why he's here, anyway? For the first time in a decade, there's nobody to tell him how unprofessionally dressed he is or how poor his eating habits or that he really ought to get some more sleep because the bags under his eyes are starting to get thicker than his frames can hide. It's too quiet in his head, and he takes a long chug of his drink to try to fill the void.
He spends a full ten seconds debating whether it's a good idea to engage a guy who could probably snap his neck with just one look before leaning towards him with a wry smile. "So what are you trying to forget?"