[ Jesse watches him slide in like he owns the place, or doesn't give a damn who does. Same difference, really. There's a cocky sort of grace to it, that whole Excuuuse me drawled like the dude's entering a theater instead of someone else's space. Like it's all performance. Like the resort itself might just be the backdrop to whatever off-kilter show he's staging in his head.
The guy crouches low, too close to the open flame, cigarette clenched between his teeth like he's daring the fire to try something. Jesse half-expects the hair to go up in a crackling whoosh. Logic says it should, but somehow he pops back up untouched, grinning like he's in on some joke the rest of the world missed. Then comes the bow, all flourish and irony. Jesse just stands there for a moment, watching as his voice dips into faux elegance like they're not both half-stranded in a dream that might eat them.
He doesn't laugh. Not out loud. But the corners of his mouth hitch like something just caught him off guard in a way that isn't unwelcome. Yeah, okay, he's smiling or trying not to, and failing. And then the guy asks if there's room for one more like Jesse owns anything here. Like this busted grill and the food on it belong to him in any meaningful way. It doesn't, but he did somehow get saddled with tending the grill when someone handed him the tongs and fucked off to get a drink and then...never came back. So, he guesses he's free to eat his fill once it's done. He lifts one shoulder in a shrug, eyes still on Eddie like he's trying to figure out where he knows him from. Forgive him, Eddie. It's been a hell of a whirlwind since he got here, and his memory wasn't exactly stellar upon arrival. ]
I think we met before...supermarket, maybe? Anyway, sure, man. Long as you don't catch fire. I already had one dude meltin' himself medium-rare back there. [ Yeah, he'd run into Wade already. He squints and considers asking Eddie if he brought hot dogs or just vibes, but holds his tongue. There is something he might be able to offer. ] Yo...you got an extra one of those?
[ He asks, tipping his chin in Eddie's direction. More specifically, at the cigarette he just lit. ]
Propane
The guy crouches low, too close to the open flame, cigarette clenched between his teeth like he's daring the fire to try something. Jesse half-expects the hair to go up in a crackling whoosh. Logic says it should, but somehow he pops back up untouched, grinning like he's in on some joke the rest of the world missed. Then comes the bow, all flourish and irony. Jesse just stands there for a moment, watching as his voice dips into faux elegance like they're not both half-stranded in a dream that might eat them.
He doesn't laugh. Not out loud. But the corners of his mouth hitch like something just caught him off guard in a way that isn't unwelcome. Yeah, okay, he's smiling or trying not to, and failing. And then the guy asks if there's room for one more like Jesse owns anything here. Like this busted grill and the food on it belong to him in any meaningful way. It doesn't, but he did somehow get saddled with tending the grill when someone handed him the tongs and fucked off to get a drink and then...never came back. So, he guesses he's free to eat his fill once it's done. He lifts one shoulder in a shrug, eyes still on Eddie like he's trying to figure out where he knows him from. Forgive him, Eddie. It's been a hell of a whirlwind since he got here, and his memory wasn't exactly stellar upon arrival. ]
I think we met before...supermarket, maybe? Anyway, sure, man. Long as you don't catch fire. I already had one dude meltin' himself medium-rare back there. [ Yeah, he'd run into Wade already. He squints and considers asking Eddie if he brought hot dogs or just vibes, but holds his tongue. There is something he might be able to offer. ] Yo...you got an extra one of those?
[ He asks, tipping his chin in Eddie's direction. More specifically, at the cigarette he just lit. ]