Newt offers him a silly smile even as he sets his glasses down on the bartop so he can rub at his eyes. "Hey, remind me to grab those before I leave, okay? It's my only pair, dude, do not want to be running around without them." He's so not embarrassed about his cheap date status, he's never been very good at holding his liquor but that's never stopped him from enjoying the fun that usually comes out of bar outing. They'd been rare in the past decade, but he'd hit the Bone Slums here and there with some of the more adventurous lab techs and even Tendo--thought it had resulted in at least one of them getting mugged every time. He feels like there's less chance of that here. Darrow is a strange place, but it's not even remotely like the Slums.
Something in Sawyer's tone catches Newt's attention, though, even in his alochol-infused state. He puts his chin in his hand and tries to focus on Sawyer's face. "You're not supposed to be dead, are you? 'Cause that would probably suck. I don't know. I've never had to worry about it. Your lady friend, though, or I guess she's not your friend, that sounds awkward as shit, man."
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Date: 2013-10-22 02:17 am (UTC)Something in Sawyer's tone catches Newt's attention, though, even in his alochol-infused state. He puts his chin in his hand and tries to focus on Sawyer's face. "You're not supposed to be dead, are you? 'Cause that would probably suck. I don't know. I've never had to worry about it. Your lady friend, though, or I guess she's not your friend, that sounds awkward as shit, man."