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xp_logsSam follows up on Kane's invitation to have a beer at Harry's while the girls chat on the journals.
Sam turned away from the computer, not wanting to see whatever else anyone might be saying on the journals. Flannel was sexy? That was news to him alright. Or maybe it was just him that... that was even more uncomfortable to think about, especially coming from Adrienne and some of the other girls. And Vanessa, which brought back memories, both good and bad.
Garrison had been right, best to walk away and grab a beer. So he was going to do just that, no more computing for the evening. He checked the mirror to make sure he was presentable - funnily enough he was wearing a plaid shirt - and headed out of his suite to go and grab that beer with Kane.
When Sam finally reached Harry's, Kane was parked on a barstool, sipping a pint and watching the hockey game. Briar was close enough to trade jokes with, and as Sam wandered off, she went to pour him a draught to match Kane's.
"Hey Guthrie. Pull yourself up a stool."
At the sound of Kane's voice, Sam looked over in that direction and gave the other man a quick nod in greeting, walking over to him and pulling out a seat for himself.
"Heya. Thanks for the suggestion, definitely a great idea." Getting away from whatever was going on over there was a good call, and he hadn't been out to Harry's for awhile, so it all worked out nicely. He smiled at Briar as she brought his draught over to him, thanking her as she handed it over.
"So, how've you been?"
"Beer is always the correct suggestion." Kane took a pull from his glass, glance darting between Sam and the game. He winced as Gustavsson was jammed at the corner of the net, flailing to block a shoulder high stab at the net. "Besides, ten more minutes with that school of piranas in heels, and they'd have had you in a posing pouch while they dripped chocolate sauce over you or something." Sam took a sip of his own beer, nodding as Kane spoke and looking up at the game himself. He wasn't a huge hockey fan but anything was better than whatever the ladies had been talking about.
"Hah, yeah, right? What was that all about anyway?" It was mostly meant as a rhetorical question but he really didn't understand what they were on about, and maybe it was better that way.
"If I had to guess, I'd say that Vanessa and Adrienne are single and thus, always horny, and knowing Marie-Ange, she just got laid and as such, is relaxed enough to make jokes about sex and guys she finds pretty." Kane said bluntly, not bothering to observe any niceties. "I'm not entire sure how you ended up being the lead off beefcake for the discussion, but I find some things are better left unasked. Maybe it's that downhome Southern charm? Or the ability to fix a truck? Who knows with women."
"Hmm, yeah, that could be I reckon." That did seem to make a certain amount of sense. Bluntness was expected, it was a bar after all. "You're right, some things really are best left unasked." Sam shrugged, taking another sip of his beer and looking back up at the game to check the score before replying. "Could be, all of the above, none of the above. No one knows, yeah. Women." Flannel was really attractive to them? He looked down at his shirt before drinking again.
"They are fucking wily, agreed." It was tempting to just label Sam as naive, but the young man had dated Alison Blaire before her marriage, and later with Vanessa. Neither of whom were what anyone would classify as easy pickups, so obviously he had game at some level. Recent events had made Kane a lot more humble when considering the romantic approaches of other people.
"Mmmhmm." Sam wasn't interested in any kind of relationship at the moment, that would probably be the last thing he needed, so reading all of that talk on the journals had him a little rattled. Specifically, seeing some of the people who'd written it was what made him feel a little weird and uncomfortable about it. Hence the beer, which was as good a panacea as any. Taking another swig of the same, he realized his glass was nearly empty and signaled to the barkeep for another for both of them. "It's a wonder I don't come here more often."
"Hopefully it's not because you're a lightweight like your sister." Kane said dryly as he accepted a fresh Moosehead. He'd seen Paige's two beer drunk before, which had been duly laughed at right up until she dumped a bowl of cheese popcorn on his head. There were still finding kernals in the Danger Room control room. "As a Canadian, I'm required by federal law to have a designated local pub to drink at regularly."
"Nah, I'm not as bad as her, heh." He certainly wasn't a heavyweight either but he could hold his own. Truthfully he wasn't sure how much Paige could drink but he was fairly confident that he'd be able to outlast her if it ever came down to it. Sam chuckled at that, taking up his freshly poured draught. "I could live with that kind of law around here, sounds pretty good to me." He raised his glass in a mini toast. "To Canada." Hey, they were drinking and watching hockey on television, it seemed to be appropriate.
"Long may she produce quality booze." Kane toasted and took a swallow. "The problem is that the US is too fixated on shitty beer to make that law work. The idea of regularly drinking Miller gives me hives."
"Agreed, I would not want that. While there's the odd beer brewed here that's not bad - Sam Adams, for instance, as the name would indicate - it just wouldn't be the same." He took another sip of his beer, thinking as he did so. "Maybe, in an attempt to foster better relations and to stimulate economic growth, such a law would require that we drink Canadian beer, hmm?"
"That I could support. A little reverse cultural assimulation for once. Plus, after the effort it took to get a Moosehead tap down here at Harry's, making it a legal requirement would make it a lot easier to drink everywhere else."
"Y'know, I think we just might be on to something here." Maybe that would be a unifying political issue that both sides could get behind. Probably not, though, knowing politics. "And hell, if it's not something that'd become an actual law I'm more than happy to abide by it regardless." Sam grinned and took another sip from his mug.
"It's always the easiest way to get people to follow the law by making them laws people want to follow willingly."
"Ain't that a fact? That and with alcohol." Sam grinned and raised his mug again before taking a hearty sip. This really was infinitely better than reading whatever was on the journals.
Sam turned away from the computer, not wanting to see whatever else anyone might be saying on the journals. Flannel was sexy? That was news to him alright. Or maybe it was just him that... that was even more uncomfortable to think about, especially coming from Adrienne and some of the other girls. And Vanessa, which brought back memories, both good and bad.
Garrison had been right, best to walk away and grab a beer. So he was going to do just that, no more computing for the evening. He checked the mirror to make sure he was presentable - funnily enough he was wearing a plaid shirt - and headed out of his suite to go and grab that beer with Kane.
When Sam finally reached Harry's, Kane was parked on a barstool, sipping a pint and watching the hockey game. Briar was close enough to trade jokes with, and as Sam wandered off, she went to pour him a draught to match Kane's.
"Hey Guthrie. Pull yourself up a stool."
At the sound of Kane's voice, Sam looked over in that direction and gave the other man a quick nod in greeting, walking over to him and pulling out a seat for himself.
"Heya. Thanks for the suggestion, definitely a great idea." Getting away from whatever was going on over there was a good call, and he hadn't been out to Harry's for awhile, so it all worked out nicely. He smiled at Briar as she brought his draught over to him, thanking her as she handed it over.
"So, how've you been?"
"Beer is always the correct suggestion." Kane took a pull from his glass, glance darting between Sam and the game. He winced as Gustavsson was jammed at the corner of the net, flailing to block a shoulder high stab at the net. "Besides, ten more minutes with that school of piranas in heels, and they'd have had you in a posing pouch while they dripped chocolate sauce over you or something." Sam took a sip of his own beer, nodding as Kane spoke and looking up at the game himself. He wasn't a huge hockey fan but anything was better than whatever the ladies had been talking about.
"Hah, yeah, right? What was that all about anyway?" It was mostly meant as a rhetorical question but he really didn't understand what they were on about, and maybe it was better that way.
"If I had to guess, I'd say that Vanessa and Adrienne are single and thus, always horny, and knowing Marie-Ange, she just got laid and as such, is relaxed enough to make jokes about sex and guys she finds pretty." Kane said bluntly, not bothering to observe any niceties. "I'm not entire sure how you ended up being the lead off beefcake for the discussion, but I find some things are better left unasked. Maybe it's that downhome Southern charm? Or the ability to fix a truck? Who knows with women."
"Hmm, yeah, that could be I reckon." That did seem to make a certain amount of sense. Bluntness was expected, it was a bar after all. "You're right, some things really are best left unasked." Sam shrugged, taking another sip of his beer and looking back up at the game to check the score before replying. "Could be, all of the above, none of the above. No one knows, yeah. Women." Flannel was really attractive to them? He looked down at his shirt before drinking again.
"They are fucking wily, agreed." It was tempting to just label Sam as naive, but the young man had dated Alison Blaire before her marriage, and later with Vanessa. Neither of whom were what anyone would classify as easy pickups, so obviously he had game at some level. Recent events had made Kane a lot more humble when considering the romantic approaches of other people.
"Mmmhmm." Sam wasn't interested in any kind of relationship at the moment, that would probably be the last thing he needed, so reading all of that talk on the journals had him a little rattled. Specifically, seeing some of the people who'd written it was what made him feel a little weird and uncomfortable about it. Hence the beer, which was as good a panacea as any. Taking another swig of the same, he realized his glass was nearly empty and signaled to the barkeep for another for both of them. "It's a wonder I don't come here more often."
"Hopefully it's not because you're a lightweight like your sister." Kane said dryly as he accepted a fresh Moosehead. He'd seen Paige's two beer drunk before, which had been duly laughed at right up until she dumped a bowl of cheese popcorn on his head. There were still finding kernals in the Danger Room control room. "As a Canadian, I'm required by federal law to have a designated local pub to drink at regularly."
"Nah, I'm not as bad as her, heh." He certainly wasn't a heavyweight either but he could hold his own. Truthfully he wasn't sure how much Paige could drink but he was fairly confident that he'd be able to outlast her if it ever came down to it. Sam chuckled at that, taking up his freshly poured draught. "I could live with that kind of law around here, sounds pretty good to me." He raised his glass in a mini toast. "To Canada." Hey, they were drinking and watching hockey on television, it seemed to be appropriate.
"Long may she produce quality booze." Kane toasted and took a swallow. "The problem is that the US is too fixated on shitty beer to make that law work. The idea of regularly drinking Miller gives me hives."
"Agreed, I would not want that. While there's the odd beer brewed here that's not bad - Sam Adams, for instance, as the name would indicate - it just wouldn't be the same." He took another sip of his beer, thinking as he did so. "Maybe, in an attempt to foster better relations and to stimulate economic growth, such a law would require that we drink Canadian beer, hmm?"
"That I could support. A little reverse cultural assimulation for once. Plus, after the effort it took to get a Moosehead tap down here at Harry's, making it a legal requirement would make it a lot easier to drink everywhere else."
"Y'know, I think we just might be on to something here." Maybe that would be a unifying political issue that both sides could get behind. Probably not, though, knowing politics. "And hell, if it's not something that'd become an actual law I'm more than happy to abide by it regardless." Sam grinned and took another sip from his mug.
"It's always the easiest way to get people to follow the law by making them laws people want to follow willingly."
"Ain't that a fact? That and with alcohol." Sam grinned and raised his mug again before taking a hearty sip. This really was infinitely better than reading whatever was on the journals.
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