2019-11-29 - The Town of Broken Toys

It's just after the Sawmill has let out for the day, so there's a steady stream of millworkers coming into to the bar. They're not boisterous drinkers (yet), but rather men and women with callouses and powerful thirst, who are largely retreating to tables with their shiftmates and bitching about their jobs over many draft beers. Alexander doesn't have the look of a millworker about him, and he's sitting at the bar with empty seats to either side, so he's obviously not here with a group. He's got a bottle of cheap beer and has turned his back to the bar to watch the people as they file in. Most of them give him a noticeable miss, for one reason or another.

Tor is at the bar, balanced on a stool, nursing a bottle of cheap beer with the label frayed. He fits in with the millworkers, in his beaten up and torn jeans, plaid shirt and beat up leather bomber jacket that he sits atop. He drains the rest of it and orders another. The bartender looks at him and asks for ID. "Seriously, dude? I've just been sitting here...fuck." He hitches his hip and pulls out his wallet, then jams the ID in the bartender's face.

"Maybe he remembers you from more youthful pursuits, Mr. Lockhart." It's a small town, and criminals, at least, Alexander pays attention to. Even the minors. He glances at the ID that's brandished at the bartender, filled with nosiness and snooping, but before he can lean too far into Tor's space, his phone goes off. Distracted, he pulls it out and checks the text message. Irritation, then exasperation, flashes over his face, and he puts his own beer down behind him on the bar so he can fire off a couple of answers.

"If he remembers me, then he knows I'm been legal for years now." Tor flicks his ID away with the deft hands of a thief. It's in view long enough for Alexander to see that Tor isn't short for anything, but then he's palmed it away. Nosiness is a two-way street. He looks over at Alexander with a lazy gaze, upnods and says, "Lady troubles?"

"Time flies," Alexander murmurs, then shakes his head. "No. Work. Man wants me to help him get a murderous elf out of a piano." He says this with every impression of seriousness, which is probably why he doesn't have anyone sitting with him at the bar. He shoves the phone in one of the pockets of his oversized jacket, and gives Tor a thoughtful once over as he reaches again for his bottle. "And what have you been up to?"

If Tor cared what anyone in this town thought about him, he would've straightened himself out long ago. Which is why he sniffs once, scoops up his second cheap beer and drops uninvited into a chair at Alexander's table. "My uncle finally passed on the keys to the Mustang. So delivering pizzas just got a bit less shitty." Yeees, 'pizzas.' Not drugs, stolen goods or anything else the criminal element needs shuffled around the town. Maybe Alexander is the one who should worry about his rep, sitting with Tor.

Alexander's eyebrows rise when Tor drops into the chair. The surprise and wariness both seem genuinely, and he doesn't say anything at all for a bit, instead fixing Tor with a lizard-like stare. Eventually, he raises the bottle to his lips, takes a sip, and says, "Is it a nice Mustang?" A pause. "I've always liked Mustangs." Another, longer pause. "You sure you wanna sit here, Mister Lockhart? I'm not great company, generally speaking."

Tor looks around the bar with a lazy gaze. He shrugs. "I dunno about that. I hear you got real interesting stories. You know I grew up around all that shit, right? My mom ran Blessed Be," the new age/Wiccan/Occult shop that closed a few years back but was a Gray Harbor fixture for nearly fifteen years. "Kinda hard to weird me out."

"I remember that shop. Occasionally had something moderately useful. Was sorry to see it get closed up." Alexander takes another pull from his beer, his eyes going distant for a moment. "I remember your mother. She was nice. How is she doing, these days?" About the weird stuff, he doesn't say anything at all, at least not right up front. Then, slowly, "You stand out, so it would be. Hard to weird you out."

"Listen, anyone who is weirded out by anything in this town..." Tor holds up a finger, "One, isn't paying attention, two..." second finger comes up, "...in some deep, deep denial. Three..." finger, "Just hasn't been here long enough. Four, is lying." He takes a pull from his beer. "Ma? She's good, good. Working at the supermarket. Assistant manager. Lot less stressful than trying to balance the books at a shop."

The bar is really starting to fill up, now, almost every table full of millworkers and other industrial and factory types. Alexander and Tor are sitting at one of the few not entirely full tables, talking over bottles of beer. Alexander laughs, brief and sharp. "You're not wrong. But denial is a favorite hobby of our our erstwhile fellow travelers." He smiles. "Not that I really blame them. If you have the luxury of ignoring the shit that goes down, here, you're better off doing so. Have a nice, boring life, and all that." He looks around at the millworkers, who are mostly studiously ignoring him in return.

Bored, yeah, she must have been a bit bored. Either that or maybe she's up for a drink on this occassion. Whatever led her here it likely doesn't matter and she pauses a moment, as if to take things in. The smell of the smoke makes her eyes open wide a bit but heck, she should have known better so she doesn't say much. But, might as well see how the drinks are here, right? Speaking of drinks she makes her way to the bar, "Glass of Shiraz?" That might not be the drink of the millworkers and heaven knows if they are serious wine drinkers or not here, but she might as well consider sticking out like a sore thumb, yes?

It's probably not just Alexander. Tor's getting a few stink-eyes from a few millworkers too. A few of them are probably indebted to the local criminal element or suspect he ripped them off (or sold the thing that got ripped off.) So he's not exactly Mr. Popular either. The difference is, some of them are afraid enough of his uncle or those higher up the food chain not to do more than give him the hairy eyeball. "I'm of the opinion that ignoring the crazy is more likely to mess you up than to just accept that crazy shit happens. Then at least you know you're not losing your mind." Then he leans back on his chair, two feet precariously perched. "Hey lady, don't order the wine. It's like..." he snaps, snaps. "...cooking wine. Get the hard cider if you want something fruity and drinkable."

"Ah, but reality is more of a consensus than a fixed quantity. If everyone but you insists that something is real, then isn't it? Aren't you then delusional, de jure, if not necessarily de facto? Isn't it, then, better to just agree with the consensus and work on trying to ignore the unreal things you experience?" Alexander's voice is light but bitter, offering out the counter as if inviting Tor to argue against it. His eyes track Hera to the bar, simply because she rather stands out in this crowd, and he doesn't recognize her. Tor speaks first, so he just offers his agreement, "Chiraz is not something commonly on offer here."

Hera blinks a moment as well, maybe she didn't say the right thing in the right place. However, one may wonder if her red hair might have a few blonde streaks as she takes on a bit of a 'duh' look. Surely she can't be dumb, right? Then again she is a new face in town. "Oh uhm, right. Thank you Sir, for the suggestion. I tell you what people are kind enough in this place not to steer you in the wrong direction." Gullible maybe, or well, something? She smiles at the bartender and says, "Hard cider then." That order seems to be accepted and given. Then she looks over to the gentlemen, a bit of a clueless look on her simply because she is a bit new. "This is where, karoke is? Either that or I got it mixed up with another place."

"Dude," says Tor as he looks at Alexander. "Don't make me regret sitting with you. Seriously." Beer swig. He slouches in his seat and looks around. "Uh. I don't know. Maybe? Karaoke isn't really my thing. Sound system's always terrible, and the singing's usually worse."

Alexander gives a shrug to Tor. "Look. You're the one who heard a guy talk about murderous elves stuck in pianos and thought sitting down here would be a good time. You can't say you weren't warned." There's a sudden flash of a grin, brief and bright as summer lightning. But, mercifully, he doesn't continue to press the discussion of the nature of reality. Instead his attention seems caught by the woman. "There's karaoke. Not every night, though. Not tonight." Obviously. After a moment, he gestures to himself. "Alexander Clayton." Then to Tor. "Tor Lockhart." Now he waits, expectantly, eyes fixed on her.

Hera offers a charming smile to the two men and as if to also offer a proper introduction, she takes a tiny stray lock of hair along her cheek and tucks it behind her ear. "Nice to meet you both." her demeanor seeming to honestly say as much. She doesn't look like one who would enjoy lying, but one likely shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Then a simple nod is given, "Hera" she says, "New to the area. So far I have to say it is quite the utopian vision. Peaceful, calm, friendly, and it may have a few strange rumors here and there but, I'm not one to judge. I opened a small art gallery called Vivid Dreams not too far from a popular coffee shop." then a genuine smile follows as she remarks, "So far, it is home sweet home. Though, it all still has a bit of a new feel to it." Yes, new places have their bugs to work out in more ways than one.

Tor presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek and raises an eyebrow as he looks at Alexander. Then his face breaks into a grin too. "You have a point, you have a point." He raps twice on the table. Then he listens to Hera, eyebrow lifting. He glances back to Alexander and motions, "Point number three," he says.

Alexander chuckles. "It's rare, but sometimes I do." And then he smiles, and nods, to the next comment from Tor. He takes a sip of his beer and says to Hera, not unkindly, "Give it a couple of weeks, Miss...Hera? That's only half a name," he points out. Then, after another moment. "You can sit here. If you want. There are empty seats."

Hera figures that a spot at the bar would be comfortable enough. She settles into a seat and then says, "I guess so. Right now I'm really really happy with this town. Just the other day there was this really nice guy, totally came in off the streets and wow, started fixing everything in my place and asked for nothing. I mean, where else in the world would you find strange people that willing to help you? The bigger cities don't have that kind of hospitality I can tell you that."

Tor is not trying to be an ass, but he snort-laughs a little at what Hera says. "Uh, yeah. Some people are nice, but just 'cause we're in a smaller place, doesn't mean you shouldn't look out for creepers. And we do have them." He takes a drink from his beer. There's quite a bit of label shredded on the tabletop. "We're a town of broken toys, lady. Don't be fooled by the exterior." He rocks his chair back on two legs. The chair is old enough that it groans a bit concerningly under his weight.

Alexander's eyebrows also go up. The bar is pretty full, with a lot of the industrial workers and the like off shift. Hera is sitting at the bar, near a half full table containing Tor and Alexander. Alexander has to raise his voice to be heard by Hera over the rising hubbub of workers getting steadily drunker and more rowdy. "Are you...sure the guy wasn't casing your gallery, Miss Hera? That's not a bad way to get a look at the inside of the building, security arrangements, or to set something up so that you can get back in later." He shrugs. "Or he was just nice." He finishes off his beer, and stares at the empty bottle, as if thinking about another.

Hera shrugs and says, "I honestly think he was just being nice, didn't seem like he would do any harm whatsoever and he just didn't appear to be one that would hurt anyone or anything. Now am I completely sure about that? No, but if he did mean harm to me or my place well, either my dog would take care of it or I'd find someone else to teach him a lesson. Been through enough where if someone did mean that much ill will to me well, I'd overcome it. Besides, art galleries have hearts of gold in what they are, not in the money they represent. Why would anyone target an art gallery? The most expensive pieces I have on display are reproductions. He couldn't have meant any harm."

"Hey, I might have to use that one," Tor says slyly when Alexander talks about casing a joint by being nice. Hard to tell if he's being serious. He always sort of looks like he might be up to something. He sets his beer down and folds his arms over his chest. "Mhmm. You can keep telling yourself that. And you'd be amazed what people can sell. Doesn't need to be a high value item. In fact, sometimes lots of smaller, lower value items are easy to move." Not that he knows anything about that.

Ducking into the bar, with and arm around Jade, Thewlis pauses a moment to look around for a slow moment, brow knitting as he studies the current clientele before looking to the lady with him, "Where... you. Would... you pick?" jerking his chin at the bar interior, leaving his fate to the young lady.

Alexander gives Tor a look. "So, if anything matching that MO appears, I guess I know where to start looking?" he asks back, just as arch as the other man. "But he is right; you'd be surprised at what can be taken and sold by an enterprising thief. Even the copper in the walls is worth something." His phone goes off again, and he pulls it out to look at it. A thoughtful sound, not irritation, this time, and he waves down another beer before answering the text. "We don't bite, you know," he tells Hera. "And it's irritating to have to yell."

"Mmmmmm.. I'm an 'at the bar' kinda girl, but if you want a booth or table for privacy, I could get behind that motion," Jade offers up to Thewlis with a grin before leaning in against him for a brief hug. Looking back up, she glances around, then motions to the bar. "Doesn't look super busy and people aren't being loud and weird this time."

Hera peers over toward the entrance for a bit and she brightens up a bit, "That's the guy, he was so helpful and cool, looks like he brought his sweetheart with him." She waves over at Jade and Thewlis, offering a smile then turns back to the conversation with Alexander, moving in closer so apparently they can have a bit of a better chat. "Good to know and when I think of copper, I wouldn't think of it being in the wall. Likewise" she says as she is near enough to Alexander and Tor to speak comfortably, "So if you see strange pieces of pottery on the black market, come find me."

"Oh relax. Wouldn't work for me anyway. This whole town knows who I am. Makes sneaky things kinda a pain in the ass." Yet, Tor still manages to do okay. He waggles his empty beer at the same bartender who IDed him earlier. Then he grins mischeviously. "Why would I know anything about a black market. I'm just a delivery driver." He glances over at the new arrivals.

Nodding, Thrw actually returns the hug as it is given, keeping his arm around Jade. "Can go... bar. It's. I. Will be." a moment is spent, taking a breath, "Will be... okay." starting towards the bar with her. He does pause when he is waved to, head ducking down again, looking to the side but he resumes for the bar, drawing a stool out for Jade. "Hi..." nodding to Hera, looking between her to Tor and Alexander.

"I hear you're a clever young man, Mister Lockhart. I'm sure that you manage to find a way to do what you want," Alexander says, although not without a quick upquirk of the corners of his mouth. He rolls his eyes at the 'just a delivery driver' remark, and points the mouth of his new bottle towards Hera as she approaches. "Watch that one, Miss Hera. And the market for stolen antiquities is not, to my knowledge, very extensive hereabouts, unless you're interested in Native artifacts. And most of those were long since plundered already." He glances up and over when she points out Thewlis. He makes a thoughtful noise. "The cemetery caretaker? I take it back. He's always seemed like a good sort. He probably did, in fact, do it out of the goodness of his heart."

Jade offers a smile and wave towards Hera in return, turning a smile up to Thewlis and nodding. "Okay, long as you'll be alright." She gives him a small squeeze and moves towards the bar. The stool is accepted with a nod and a quick kiss for his cheek before she settles in, turning towards the bartender and offering, "Pitcher of beer, whatever's on tap. And two glasses. Thanks!" Then she's looking back to the trio with the conversation, smiling, "Thewlis is amazing and does nice things just because he's a nice person."

Hera grins toward Alexander and tells him, "See, I'm not that much of a bad judge of character. It was quite a relief to get the help when I needed it. But as far as the information about antiquities I'll take note of that." Then, if she can, waves toward one of the bartenders or similar staffers. "Those two who just sat down, tell them to order anything they want and put it on my tab. Don't let them pay for anything tonight." She appears to be eager to return Thewlis' kindness. Hopefully Jade lets Hera pay for the pitcher of beer. Then she sighs happily at the woman's remark, "So refreshing to know there's good people in the world." Though, depending on how far away Jade and Thewlis are from her, they might not hear.

"People doing things just because they're nice gives the rest of us a hell of a lot to live up to," drawls Tor as he reaches for the beer. The bartender, before he hands it over, rubs two fingers together. The driver rolls his eyes and slaps the right amount of money into the man's hand. "See? Stick around a bit longer and you'll realize no one trusts anyone, even in quaint little towns." And then he looks to Alexander. "Any rumours about my cleverness have been greatly exaggerated. By me."

At the kiss Thewlis blushes, but nods towards Hera when she calls to the tender about their order. "I... that... you didn't... I. Thank you." pouring out for Jade before himself. He even leans to put a kiss on her cheek, flushing even darker for doing so. "Once I... tools. Have the. All assembled... can start... with the. I can do the. The upstairs." said looking to Hera, looking to Alexander, brow knitting.

"It could be taken as a lesson to aspire to," Alexander points out to Tor, his voice dry. Then he chuckles. "Perhaps not greatly." There's a hunch shouldered shrug towards Hera. "Sometimes the dice roll in your favor. But sometimes they don't. Best to be careful. If you want." His phone goes off again, and he checks it, makes a brief and amused noise, and texts back. His look over to the other two is interested. Possibly too interested; his stare has a frank curiosity that borders on the rude or creepy.

jade glances back and forth between Hera and Thewlis, then grins broadly and nudges Thew lightly, "Let me know if I can help cover the tools. I can handle a hammer pretty well, too. Just saying. Tech is more my thing but I can handle analog stuff too." Looking towards Hera, she offers a smile, "Jade Rivera. Its great to meet you. I'm always happy to see someone else recognizing how awesome Thew is."

Hera notices the stare that Alexander has and tries not to be a little creeped out. For now, she might appear to hide it nicely but she comments, "I prefer not to play with the dice to begin with, if I can help it." But it's hard for her not to like a friend of Thewlis', even if she doesn't know the guy all that well. "Lovely name." she attempts to speak loud enough to Jade to continue a friendly chat with the woman, "Yes, he just came in, off the street and these stupid contractors I hired to build and fix my place, of course, THEY didn't follow through like they should have. Your fella really came in and saved the day for me. It's very nice to meet you too. I hope you both are enjoying the holidays. Did you make it to the Thanksgiving feast the other day? I think one of the local medics was hosting it. I can't place her name though but, she is a really nice lady too."

And it's Tor's turn to have his phone go off. It chirrups from his pocket. He withdraws his phone and furrows his brow, then swipe-types something back. He pauses a moment, then the response comes through. He exhales, then drops the chair back down onto four legs. "Gotta go. Bossman needs me." Hard to tell if he means his pizza boss or his crime boss. Though, to be fair, in a lot of situations they're the same. He retrieves his leather bomber and shrugs it up on to his shoulders. "Besides, this crowd's too nice for me," He grins and rock-steps back. "I stick around too long, I'm gonna wreck the whole vision that this is a nice town or something." He slides his phone away and then turns to head for the exit. He waggles the money he would have left as a tip towards the bartender who has been giving him grief all night.

When Tor stands, Thew offers a quick bob of the head. "I... didn't... Drive... It's. Safe. Drive Safe." raising a hand before he retreats to grabbing his beer and draining the glass in a few swallows. "Fixed a few things... then had to go. Had Thanksgiving with... I had. With Jade and. Our. Liam. Friend." curling a little into himself he refreshes his beer, staring down into it.

Alexander puts down his money, including a decent tip since the bartender wasn't giving HIM grief, and rises as well. From the look he gives Tor, it's entirely possible he's planning to follow the other man...although how that's supposed to work when Tor has a Mustang and Alexander doesn't have a car of any kind? Maybe he's just leaving at the same time. There's a brief nod towards Tor. "Keep your nose clean." Then another to Hera. "Nice to meet you. I might swing by your art gallery sometime soon. Christmas is coming up, and I don't know what to buy some people. Art seems nice." A casual wave towards Thewlis and Jade, before he starts to move through the crowd towards the door.

Looking towards Tor, Jade flashes a brief grin, "Sorry you have to jet so soon, maybe we'll get to actually meet next time!" Shifting slightly into Thewlis, she lifts her glass for a few quick swallows, running ther tongue across her upper lip to gather any foam. Hera gets a smile and shrug, "We try to keep things small, just a few people. Liam and me are new to town and Thew's more of a small group kinda guy. So we just had Thanksgiving at the house with the three of us." She smiles up at Thewlis, kissing his jaw briefly then looks back towards Alexander with a smile and wave, "Later!"

Hera waves to Alexander as he goes to leave and tries not to give Tor a bit of a strange look. However, she get the impression he might have had some strange looks go his way from time to time. "I understand actually. After the gathering the nice lady organized well, it was Queso and Hans and I. I wouldn't think my cat would be so accepting to the public but." after the other two guys leave she goes over closer to Jade and says, "I wasn't going to tell them but I have a dog that if anything went crazy, he'd rip someone's face off and not think twice about it. Makes me feel more secure having him at home so, I don't worry about anything. Still, the guy was right, I guess you can't be too careful."

Watching the other go next, Thew hrmmms, looking between Hera and Jade, "He's a good boy..." the man looks down into his beer again, trying not too interrupt while the others speak. When Jade leans into him, he obligingly leans back, taking comfort in the presence, his normal twitching and convulsing much less next to her it seems.

"Good. Having a dog around to help keep an eye on things and make sure you've got early warning and protection is good." Jade nods towards Hera with a smile. She flicks a glance around here and there, then murmurs, "My dad, he works for the Seattle PD, one of my brothers too. He made sure I could protect myself." She shifts her jacket aside to show the concealed carry holster at the back of her hip with its fully registered gun nestled inside. Letting the coat drop, she offers, "Won't do much against riot gear or the like, but its more than enough to deter all but the dumbest or most desperate." Jade tilts a smile up at Thewlis, "And he watches over me too."

Hera smiles and appears to be enjoying the friendly chat. "That's good, it's really good. Last thing you want to be is a victim, that's for sure. I don't know much about guns but I do see a use in them for sure. My cousin now he did a lot of tours in the army, he can tell you more than I could. I imagine it wouldn't hurt for me to take a self defense class or two. You never know."

The comment about being a victim sets Thew's jaw and he frowns, looking back to Hera and then to Jade, "So... paintings... Looking at... I didn't. Should have. What. Paintings. Kind. What kind... you sell?" he doesn't make eye contact, tracing his finger through a puddle of condensation on the surface. "Don't know... how much. Things. How much... Art?"

"Nah, my daddy didn't raise any victims. We all of us know guns and some basic hand to hand. The hip was my 18th birthday present from him, because he knew I was gonna live on campus at Sea U." Jade responds with a bit of a grin, lifting her glass for another swallow. With Thewlis leaning back in against her, she makes no bones about cuddling up against him, enjoying the solid warmth. When he speaks, she glances up, then back to Hera, "You're an artist? That's awesome. I can't draw to save my life, so I went into Engineering."

Hera nods to Jade's questions, "You could come by sometime. I can teach you a lot of fun things about art. You might realize you can sketch anything out in no time." But the famous handyman isn't ignored either, "There's all kinds of paintings there but I'm trying my nack at pottery really. Seems to be a bit unique about the creative types. Not everyone is a poter apparently."

"Can't do.... either I. Just. I just... I just fix... Things. I fix." Thewlis bites at his lower lip, looking back to Hera and Jade. "Juh-jayy-jaayyy... Jade... People... Good with. She's. Good at. And she's... good and... She's." eyes closing his eyes squeeze shut and his lips pull into a hard line, head jerking several times before he slams his beer and begin re-pouring "She is... Good at people. And... she." he sighs and shakes his head, frustated

"I'm happy to come by, but no drawing for me. I learned my lesson years ago." Jade offers with a small laugh and shakes her head. She takes another swallow of beer and glances up at Thew. His frustrations lead her to reach out and rest her free hand on his, squeezing lightly and stretchign up to press a kiss to his jaw. She may or may not whisper something to him at that point. Then she's smiling towards Hera and lifting a small shrug, "I do alright. Pottery sounds like fun though!"

Hera stands up after she realizes what time it is. However, she leaves a few cards on the table with her contact information. "Come by Vivid Dreams anytime." she says, "I would love to have you over. For a short while I'm offering free art classes. Hope to see you around soon." With that said, she heads out.

When Jade kisses him, Thew sighs and relaxes some, breathing through his nose before he nods to Hera's departure. "I'm... I. I. Stupid. Can't... I. Stupid. Can't talk. Big..." his eyes close and he looks down at the bar again, chewing at his lower lip.

Now its Jade's turn to frown. She spins on the stool and faces him, reaching up with both hand to cup his face. "You. Are not. Stupid. Don't you ever say that again, you hear me, Thewlis Moore?" She pokes him lightly int he shoulder then hugs him tightly. "You're doing so much better. There is absolutely nothing wrong with having a stutter."

He actually recoils at first when his full name is used like that, He keeps from calling out and flinching away when the shoulder poke follows it But his throat tightens and his entire body shudders violently before he's hug. "K... I. Ok. I'll. I';;... Try. Will. I'm sorry." he looks down at his hands now.

Softening her hold, she presses a kiss to his shoulder, "You don't have to be sorry, Thew. Just.. I love you. I don't want to hear you saying bad things about yourself, okay?" She gives him a squeeze, another kiss, then pulls back to look up at him, "Okay? I love you. And there is nothing wrong with you."

Brows knitting, Thew bites his lower lip, struggling to maintain eye contact with Jade, "Ok... I'll... I." he leans his head forward to lean his brow against hers. "I... I." lips pursing tight. "Love... I love. You." he takes a huff of a breath as he gets the words out in semi-normal form, smiling a little more, taking her hands and kissing her knuckles if he can get a hold of them.

Resting her forehead against his, she can't help but smile at his response, the smile expression on her face as she murmurs, "I know you do. But thank you for saying so." She lets him take hold of her hands, even squeezes his hand gently as he brushes a kiss across her knuckles. "C'mon.. lets go home. I think we've been social enough for one night, hm?"

Thewlis nods at that. "Yeah. I... Home." he stands up and offers to put his arm around her once their up. "Were I... Talk. I can... I talk..." he sighs. "Come... Home..." biting his lower lip, he doesn't shy away at all, but he's smiling at her still.

Jade doesn't even hesitate for a moment. She stands and slips both arms around his waist, hugging in against him so he can more easily wrap his arm around her waist. "Sounds good to me. C'mon Thew. Lets go home." She rests her head against his shoulder, smiling and moving along with him.