Hank is most definitely having trouble getting......back on his feet. In all the ways, not just as a terrible cosmic joke.
For now he's just keeping it to beer, as he's not so fed up that he's willing to get pissed in front of a bunch of strangers who could be dangerous without mutant powers. He already saw how those can get carried away, and it never takes very long for Hank's mind to wander back to that most epic of fuck-ups. So yes, maybe he's keeping away the whisky and tequila, but the number of beer bottles cluttering the side of the table is not slight.
The woman approaching him throws him all the more off, especially in his broody state. His first guess would be a hooker, but she's the worst fucking hooker ever by the looks of her get-up. If she's just hitting on him, well...he's not stupid enough to suspect that, either, really. He's a creepy guy in a wheelchair, and his wedding ring's clearly visible for anybody who gets close, even in this shitty lighting.
Sitting up a little straighter at the presence of a lady, he gives her a once-over that seems to still leave his judgement undetermined. But he can vaguely remember seeing her around the bar talking to other people. Friendly, but not annoying and shrill like those green recruits with their brand new IDs still in paper.
"Must be 'cause they can't brew worth a damn here. Don't tell me you're having a blowout over this piss water?"
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For now he's just keeping it to beer, as he's not so fed up that he's willing to get pissed in front of a bunch of strangers who could be dangerous without mutant powers. He already saw how those can get carried away, and it never takes very long for Hank's mind to wander back to that most epic of fuck-ups. So yes, maybe he's keeping away the whisky and tequila, but the number of beer bottles cluttering the side of the table is not slight.
The woman approaching him throws him all the more off, especially in his broody state. His first guess would be a hooker, but she's the worst fucking hooker ever by the looks of her get-up. If she's just hitting on him, well...he's not stupid enough to suspect that, either, really. He's a creepy guy in a wheelchair, and his wedding ring's clearly visible for anybody who gets close, even in this shitty lighting.
Sitting up a little straighter at the presence of a lady, he gives her a once-over that seems to still leave his judgement undetermined. But he can vaguely remember seeing her around the bar talking to other people. Friendly, but not annoying and shrill like those green recruits with their brand new IDs still in paper.
"Must be 'cause they can't brew worth a damn here. Don't tell me you're having a blowout over this piss water?"