01-14-2019, 03:21 PM
That the kid could march through The Reaches' halls like he would know his way blindfolded but wanted a guided tour through the contents of the bar felt dubious. It felt like something that could stand to be addressed, only Near wasn’t sure from what angle, and there was the wine bottle hanging there like bait so he concerned himself with that instead.
“Not a fan?” he asked, tugging it away from the outstretched hand by the shoulder. He lifted it up to peer at the label -- a weird image, really, pink sky and blue rolling hillsides and a little child’s-drawing farmer lolling in the foreground -- and swung it back and forth a couple of times in front of his face, slow like a dirge bell so that the contents sloshed up audibly against the sides, before he took another swallow and confessed, “Me either. Actually. You have to take a test.” He had worked for a guy who had blown thousands to fail the CMS exam three or four times. “It’s some bullshit.
“I just thought, you know, inherit a house and some wine: better drink some wine. You get that he’s dead, right? You’re not just killing time waiting for him to come down the stairs and say hello?” He wasn’t sure if he had announced Courtland’s passing yet or not; certainly Jude being unaware of that development injected a little more sense into this scenario. After he had said it, it occurred to him that it was a pretty shitty way to break the news if that was what was going on, but oh well. It was pretty shitty to barge into a stranger's living room and refuse to tell them why, too.
“Not a fan?” he asked, tugging it away from the outstretched hand by the shoulder. He lifted it up to peer at the label -- a weird image, really, pink sky and blue rolling hillsides and a little child’s-drawing farmer lolling in the foreground -- and swung it back and forth a couple of times in front of his face, slow like a dirge bell so that the contents sloshed up audibly against the sides, before he took another swallow and confessed, “Me either. Actually. You have to take a test.” He had worked for a guy who had blown thousands to fail the CMS exam three or four times. “It’s some bullshit.
“I just thought, you know, inherit a house and some wine: better drink some wine. You get that he’s dead, right? You’re not just killing time waiting for him to come down the stairs and say hello?” He wasn’t sure if he had announced Courtland’s passing yet or not; certainly Jude being unaware of that development injected a little more sense into this scenario. After he had said it, it occurred to him that it was a pretty shitty way to break the news if that was what was going on, but oh well. It was pretty shitty to barge into a stranger's living room and refuse to tell them why, too.