“You see, that’s what I call a game,” grumbling under his breath, the male figure gestured upward, his arm aiming toward the ceiling and finger to the television in the corner. He nodded thrice before stealing another swig of his scotch and brushing the bottom of his palm across his temple. “So how much is that?” Cocking an eyebrow, the rather dark haired brute swung on his stole to his left side. However, the being that he’d exchanged words with only moments before had disappeared. No sense; it made no sense at all. Geoffrey hesitated for a moment, before adjusting himself back into his original position. Chocolate hues concentrated mainly on the now empty glass within his grips as he twisted the object around, caught up in the various patterns of light that bounced off of its surface, “It was only ten bucks.” His tone remained calm, and voice almost silky with the subtle comment. A shrug braced Geoff’s shoulders as he slid his glass back toward the bartender in hopes for a second and stole another glance toward the television which hung idly above. Though noticeably frustrated by the stranger’s sudden actions, Geoff decided against voicing out against the male. He didn’t know his situation and therefore couldn’t truly comment. For all Geo knew, the guy could have been late for a very important date, or have realized that it was his anniversary or something; one couldn’t really know. His arched eyebrow returned to its normal position after the bartender returned to him with another shot. After replying with a short nod of gratitude, the one and only Koffey boy peered down at his watch, and then tossed the shot down his throat; the liquid ticking him slightly.

Was it really eleven already? Where had the time gone? A day such as this was rare for the twenty-something, but all the same this time wasn’t the first. He’d never been one to get truly into the intoxication thing. There were too many other ways of lifting one’s spirits and definitely other means of entertainment. Although Geo may have never gotten into – as mention before hand- he wasn’t completely against the idea of spending the prime hours of one’s day in a dimly lit bar. Then again, there were plenty of things that he wasn’t necessarily against. For example: the guy never butted in when someone opted to hang out with a smoker, not realizing that though they weren’t smoking, they were losing bits of their own lives. All the same, Geoffrey only held his tongue under certain circumstances and this proved to be one, considering the fact that the stranger was no longer within his presence.

“Well you witnessed the win didn’t you?” He spoke before turning toward his right. Two seats away from the corner sat a black haired female that he’d seen walk in some time ago. Though Geo hasn’t been exactly watching her, he had noticed her head angle upward as a roar escaped from the prime source of entertainment. A gentleman’s smile erupted upon his features, and a soft laugh danced from his tongue and parted two chapped lips. After encountering a second of hesitation, the male allowed for a bare shrug to grace his shoulders. Chocolate hues turning back to the tube, Koffey noted the final score before downing another shot. Damn Madison. Damn his no good sister from stealing away his boy. There was no telling where Geoffrey would be if his sister hadn’t requested on having Michael spend the weekend with her. Well, he knew one thing for certain; he wouldn’t have been confined within a dark, smoky bar. If anything, the five year old would have drug Geo to the movies in order to catch the latest addition to the Shrek tales or something. Alas, this wasn’t the case and thus here he was, alone and rather bored.

Was she going to answer? As the moments of silence lingered between them, the twenty-three year old was tempted to completely give up. His fault for talking to a stranger; perhaps she was deaf, wouldn’t have been a first with his luck. A subtle shrug braced his shoulders as he began to turn away. However, as the female’s voice finally hit his hears, Geoffrey turned back around almost immediately. He faltered, wincing at the whiplash that he’d just given himself. Hah, go figure. “Damn,” muttering under his breath, Geo rolled his neck, head lolling backward before falling to the side. A masculine palm pulled upward to the right side of his collar, and remained in place as he repeated the short exercise.

"Don't really give a damn, either."

At least she was honest. He just had to give her that much. Though honesty proved to be a trivial personality trait to most in this day and age, Geoffrey still longed for any signs of it. Any other person may have just nodded and then turned back to their business. He was once one of those who believed in just agreeing with someone to shut them up, but since had changed. There was no use in lying bluntly to someone’s face and then acting as though you had plenty of things you needed to worry about, rather than what a stranger had just emitted. Swimming in respect for this woman, Geo couldn’t help but smirk in reply and just nod his head lightly. He peered above head as the commercial break switched into an episode of the local news at ten, and a short sigh escaped his lips.

Considering his background, it went without saying the Geoffrey wasn’t too interested in what was now playing above. Sure, soldiers were losing their lives overseas in an almost futile battle in an attempt to changing the ways of others, and sure, it was good to know what was going on within his community, but the male just held no interest. He wasn’t intrigued. Actually, if anything he was sick of it. However, Geoffrey wasn’t the type of man to stand up and boycott eating until Bush pulled the troops back in – his parents were the ones. Without a doubt at the current moment they were doing so whilst Crystal and Saraa probably sat starving, waiting for their parents to return for the evening. Better yet, they were awaiting their return of the week. He’d been through it just as Madison, Rachel, and Courtney had. The three elder siblings were just proof that it was possible to make it through the day, and that Brien and Amelia would indeed return; soon enough. Not that the old couple was neglectful of their children, they just followed a different parenting method. There was always enough food enough the house, the lights were on, and the hot water as well. Plus, the girls were both teenagers, not toddlers. Still, Geoffrey felt the sudden need to ring up his sisters. And he made a mental note to do so.

“Well, can I ask you a question then?” After finally easing the tension in his muscles, Geoffrey finally dropped his digits from his neck and replaced them around his glass. “And no, the first one didn’t count.” He stole another survey of the female’s well-defined features, and figured that she’d be the type to say as much to his inquiry. “So, what does interest you?” Koffey was interested. Despite what one may have thought, he wasn’t just making casual small-talk, a general conversation. He needed to meet new people in Carson and figured it best to start now. What could go wrong? If she got up and left, there was always another and well… Geo had never been the type to dwell over such possibilities. He was neither a pessimist nor an optimist, but a realist. It somewhat came with the hippie territory.

Wow. The thought of the female getting up and leaving had indeed crossed his mind, but he never actually thought that it would happen. Yes, there was always a chance, but honestly, often did someone just get up and leave when they were being addressed? An eyebrow peeked in curiosity of Geoffrey witnessed the female grab her glass and belongs, and move… onto the stool directly beside him. Ahah. Now wasn’t that one hilarious? The male would have laughed aloud if he wasn’t worried about appearing to be some sort of weirdo. Still, it was funny. To him at least, and Geoffrey had yet to meet another person who possessed the same sense of humor as he. Therefore, he was funny to him, and probably no one else in the vicinity.

His brow furrowed together above his nose at the retort. Evidently, if there’d been a right question to ask, what he’d emitted earlier had been the wrong one. “I’ve never been a fan of the Socratic method. But, I’ll play along,” smiling generously, both at the idea of playing some sort of childish game with a stranger and his fifteen second spasm only twenty seconds earlier, Geoffrey pondered on what to reply with. Another silent minute floated in between them as he thought. He wasn’t big on rushing things, especially light conversation; however, he felt that the silence was too much too bare. One could say that he’d never had the privilege of enjoying such because of the house full of children that he’d been raised within. Though both they may have been sitting in the middle of the Tea Bar, accompanied by more than six other voices, the stillness within his proximity was too much too bare. “Well as you mentioned beforehand, you don’t hold much interest in the sports thing, therefore you must be ‘interested’ in something else right? Perhaps I should reword my initial inquiry?” A pause ensued, “What do you like?” general it was, which gave her plenty of leeway; Hopefully enough to work it.

His grip tightened around the neck of his glass once he’d finished. After giving an initial moment for his words to sink in, the male tossed back the remaining contents of his container and managed a simple laugh. One that wasn’t at anything in particular this time; he was just laughing because it felt like something to do and because the situation permitted it. Nothing maniacal, no; just a simple chuckle and he was done. Actually, it could have been misinterpreted as a belch under his breath or a light cough that he’d emitted without covering his mouth. Just as he perceived her eye roll as something to do with the fact that he’d mentioned the athletic world. Most likely wrong, but what he read into it all the same.

Within moments it had become quite clear to Geoffrey that attitude was this female’s middle name. Her posture, her retorts, her eye rolls – if anything, he felt as if he was back at home witnessing one of his sister’s reactions to a long-winded lecture. Though such was rare within his childhood home, it did happen every once in a while, and the girls never took it with a smile. Still, he wasn’t irritated. Not yet, anyway. Geo wasn’t the easily annoyed type, one reason could have been that he had to deal with common criminals on the nightly, and the other could dealt with the fact that he’d lived with Madison and her ten nieces for two years too long, resulting in an extended fuse. Then again, he’d never been the type to furrow his brow at someone’s reply or play ass for ass in conversation. He was a gentleman. Geoffrey would take whatever was thrown at him with a smile, and then make something of it. Didn’t the world need more men like this?

She did have a point though. He’d always been so prone to giving a person some creative space, that he hadn’t realized most people needed to be pushed in a specific direction. How could he have forgotten such a fact? Geoff was indeed one of those people. Pondering silently, he twirled his empty shot glass before him, gaze shifting from the female and onto the smooth marble surface. The male found himself parting his lips to speak, but no sound escaped. Something else had stolen his attention. Up above, the television flashed as the game cut to a news brief. More about the war, more about the deaths, and more about the problems. Shaking his head in disappointment, Geo averted his eyes finally and back toward the female. Though his attention may have seemed to be upon her, he still couldn’t help but think about the current workings of the area’s media. There were both pros and cons, positives and negatives about the war that they were fighting – why was only one side getting screen time?

“I like simple things,” with a shrug, Koffey proceeded back onto the conversation, “morning cartoons with my son, watching sports on television, playing soccer in the park on my off days, the occasional drink and sometimes I even enjoy going to work. However, the latter is quite rare.” Was that enough for her? Chocolate hues held tight unto the brunette’s expression to his retort. He hadn’t gone into anything in particular. Just general likes, and well, honestly his question had been rather general in the first place. Usually he was the one to over read things, obviously there were those that were worse off them him out there.

Three glasses sat before him. Whether or not, they were filled the preferable drink to this female was besides him, but Geo felt it best to try. Letting go of the empty container that he’d been using as a form of preoccupation for his busy hands, Koffey grabbed hold of one that still held a liquid. “ It’s all yours,” with that, the beaker grossed the partial gap between them, making its way to her side. He wasn’t a full time drinker. However, over the years Geoff had learned the trick of ordering several at once in order to save himself of the hassle of flagging down the bartender very two minutes.