“Can i never have any fun?”<br/><br/>He offered with a cheshire grin. His steps were fluid and he walked with the confidence only someone who has lived a lot of life would attain.  Fearless he met the gaze of every bodyguard there.. And when questioned on why he doesn’t have a gun he just smiles.<br/><br/>“Not everyone needs a piece to have a good time. “<br/><br/>When she offered him dinner he just chuckled and shook his head.<br/><br/>“I will go with you but I ate two weeks ago I am good.”<br/><br/>The driver obviously thought it was a joke but he wasn’t. He hardly needed to eat.. Hell it was part of the curse that he had to in the first place.  He could go for weeks on nothing and starvation wouldn’t be able to kill him..but he would feel as though he was dying. When they pulled up he got out of the car and opened her door.<br/><br/>“Give me three Bruces any day.”<br/><br/>He hated these things.  Being social with one person was alright.. It was easy. But groups and talking and being social without being creepy and going into war stories, that wasn’t his cup of tea at all. Then he looked to Jessie and he saw her pretty much dealing with the same shit he was and all he could dobwas smile and take her hand in his calloused one.<br/><br/>“if nothing interesting happens I will pretend to be drunk and piss on a few shoes okay? “<br/><br/>Something about her being here gave him some sort of strength. It was nice, like their auras supported one another.  It happened so rarely that he had forgotten what it felt like.<br/><br/><br/>Sent from my SM-G920R4 using Tapatalk