Jack steps out of the bar, needing to get away from everyone. He'd had about enough snickering from various people he knew, particularly when he didn't have the upper-arm strength to really do some damage when he punched them.
It should be some comfort that he's not the only one this has happened to, but that doesn't make it that much easier to deal with the snickering. At least Bar's given him some sensible clothes, even if the cut of the jeans and blouse he's wearing is a bit more clingy and form-fitting than he's used to.
As he steps outside he spots someone familiar and for a moment he's not sure if he should go over to the person that looks like Audrey or not. It's not like he wants Audrey seeing him like this. He spots the cigarette in the Audrey-alike's hand, though and after a moment, it clicks.
He hesitates for a moment, then heads over. Might as well get this over with now. "Hey, Ryan," he says, still not used to hearing a higher voice coming from his own mouth, or having to brush longer strands of hair out of his eyes.
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Date: 2007-08-05 03:03 am (UTC)It should be some comfort that he's not the only one this has happened to, but that doesn't make it that much easier to deal with the snickering. At least Bar's given him some sensible clothes, even if the cut of the jeans and blouse he's wearing is a bit more clingy and form-fitting than he's used to.
As he steps outside he spots someone familiar and for a moment he's not sure if he should go over to the person that looks like Audrey or not. It's not like he wants Audrey seeing him like this. He spots the cigarette in the Audrey-alike's hand, though and after a moment, it clicks.
He hesitates for a moment, then heads over. Might as well get this over with now. "Hey, Ryan," he says, still not used to hearing a higher voice coming from his own mouth, or having to brush longer strands of hair out of his eyes.