Harold was not a hard labor sort of guy, usually. His parents' expectations were not at all the only reason he'd become an investment banker.
Still, working with Scotty before had been a odd sort of satisfying. Made him feel useful; give a little back to the crew he'd taken so much from.
Presented with the idea again, he was surprised to find himself not at all put off. That, and he could use some money himself. He wanted to get good and shitfaced later, and there's no way that was happening for free. No way he was hot enough to get free drinks from random bar guys.
"Uh- do you think they could use two sets of hands?" he asked, feeling strangely shy.
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Harold was not a hard labor sort of guy, usually. His parents' expectations were not at all the only reason he'd become an investment banker.
Still, working with Scotty before had been a odd sort of satisfying. Made him feel useful; give a little back to the crew he'd taken so much from.
Presented with the idea again, he was surprised to find himself not at all put off. That, and he could use some money himself. He wanted to get good and shitfaced later, and there's no way that was happening for free. No way he was hot enough to get free drinks from random bar guys.
"Uh- do you think they could use two sets of hands?" he asked, feeling strangely shy.