<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/Stephen%20Rains/4bd48e26-2a62-4730-9e06-d4132a33750c_zpsc15ee5ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zach Evans<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Eden, leaving<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Antonio, closed<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Proposing a change of location<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pirate (http://www.halloweencostumes.com/mens-cutthroat-pirate-costume.html)<br/><hr/><br/>Zach definitely felt the jab, but it didn't hurt. Damn good thing Antonio was a pretty easy guy to get along with. He'd hate to end up on the wrong side of his fist. Probably go crashing through a wall. He smirked at the gesture, starting to become a little more expressive, a little more alive, now that he wasn't dead set on scowling the rest of the night away. And when Antonio told him what desire he got stuck fulfilling, he arched his eyebrow in a "what the fuck?" kind of way.<br/><br/>But Antonio didn't leave much room for a response, like usual, and Zach generally understood the reason why. He didn't care that his friend hustled, just that he was safe about it. Except when he was in a bad mood, he didn't judge someone on anything more than their character, and he had known Antonio long enough to believe he was a pretty good guy--someone he could trust, with only an inkling of doubt, and that was about as far as anyone could get.<br/><br/>Though he kind of hoped Antonio had gotten to do a little more than that. Maybe turning twenty-one wasn't as big of a deal as some people made it out to be, but still, it only happened once.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah. This wall doesn't need me anymore. Let's see what's happening at The Harp. C'mon."</strong>Zach slung his arm around Antonio's shoulders--an armful, really. It almost made him feel small in comparison, even though they were the same height.<strong>"Drinks are on me."</strong>He meant what he had said, about owing him, though this time, he meant the offer to be more out of camaraderie. Without being obsessive about it, Zach kept tabs on that sort of thing. It helped him weed out the people who were only using him, and it kept him from doing the same to others. Something to maintain some kind of honor.<br/><br/>Zach turned Antonio so they could start down the sidewalk. The Harp was just around the corner and on the other side of the street. He leaned his head in toward his.<strong>"And between you and me,"</strong>he said, keeping his voice low,<strong>"it could've been worse. He could've been Groot."</strong>And that was all he would say about that.