Sean snorts and glances up at the TV. "Oh God, right? Very important. You know, when I first moved here, they were always talking about how to turn your cash into gold. Now it's the other way around again. Seems like the smart thing to do would have been keeping the cash from the start."
Service is quick at least, and Sean grabs the beers as they head off to the corner booth. Sean lets Steve choose which side he's on, and it's not a surprise to see him take the side that faces the door. Makes sense. Sean sets the beer in front of him and slides into the other side of the booth.
"But, maybe if you make it gold, it's harder to go ahead and spend it on impulse. I'm bad for that. I try not to, try to always save a little, but it seems like whatever I've got leftover is just burning a hole in my pocket until I spend it. It's terrible. But! I haven't had to ask for my ma to loan me any, so I take pride in that. I'm not leaning on an old woman for her pension. Not exactly bragworthy but still, something to stick to. I can always find work, there's so much work these days. You just pop open your phone and look up 'odd jobs' and there's a million people asking you to do a million things for them. Rake my leaves, walk my dog, help me move, that kind of stuff. And the pay's not half bad usually!"
Sean rambles on happily. He's a talker and as Steven found out from that 20 part text message, Sean tends to meander from one thing to the next. He's happy to fill any silence, as long as there's space to fill.
"You ever check any of that out?" Sean asks, then catches himself. "Well, I suppose you already have a full time job, so you probably don't need to be looking to see if anybody's hiring drivers."
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Service is quick at least, and Sean grabs the beers as they head off to the corner booth. Sean lets Steve choose which side he's on, and it's not a surprise to see him take the side that faces the door. Makes sense. Sean sets the beer in front of him and slides into the other side of the booth.
"But, maybe if you make it gold, it's harder to go ahead and spend it on impulse. I'm bad for that. I try not to, try to always save a little, but it seems like whatever I've got leftover is just burning a hole in my pocket until I spend it. It's terrible. But! I haven't had to ask for my ma to loan me any, so I take pride in that. I'm not leaning on an old woman for her pension. Not exactly bragworthy but still, something to stick to. I can always find work, there's so much work these days. You just pop open your phone and look up 'odd jobs' and there's a million people asking you to do a million things for them. Rake my leaves, walk my dog, help me move, that kind of stuff. And the pay's not half bad usually!"
Sean rambles on happily. He's a talker and as Steven found out from that 20 part text message, Sean tends to meander from one thing to the next. He's happy to fill any silence, as long as there's space to fill.
"You ever check any of that out?" Sean asks, then catches himself. "Well, I suppose you already have a full time job, so you probably don't need to be looking to see if anybody's hiring drivers."