Day 6: In Which He Beers
"Go back inside, bastards," he grumbled as he watched those tiny people down on the street. He drank some more of his beer and continued to mentally scrutinize a person who passed jogging.
He heard Elsa coming outside and asking, "What are you doing?"
"Bitching about inconsiderate people," he said with a snort.
"And drinking beer?"
He nodded. "Bitchin' and beers. That's gonna be the name of the bar I'm opening when the pandemic is over."
Elsa hummed, and he watched from the corner of his eyes as she untied her braid and loosened the waves with her fingers. A breeze blew by, and maybe he imagined it, but he was pretty sure he could smell her shampoo in the air. It smelled like flowers and candy—how could her hair smell like candy? And would it be okay if he switched to the same shampoo as hers?
Jack shook his head and took another swig of beer. "Join me, won't you?"
"In your bitching?" she asked with an arched eyebrow.
He raised his bottle at her. "And beering."
"I don't have any beer."
That made him do a double-take. Elsa leaned on her elbows as she stared at the street down below, lips pursed and eyebrows creased. He blatantly stared at her until she noticed him and looked up.
"Yes?" she asked.
He drank some more. "It's the fucking end of the world, what do you mean you don't have any beer?"
"I was never a beer kind of girl. Too bitter."
Jack threw his head back and laughed. "Next, you're gonna tell me you didn't stock up on toilet paper either!"
"I can't really tell if you're joking or not..."
He drank some more, then turned so he could fully face her. One of her eyebrows were arched upwards, and she seemed to be holding her smile behind a crumbling wall of nonchalance.
Jack scowled at her. "Are you seriously gonna leave me drinking by myself here?"
Elsa ran a hand through her hair, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Would it please you if I had a glass of wine instead?"
"Desperate times, I guess…" he mumbled with a shrug.
Rolling her eyes at him, she started to make her way back inside. "I'll join your sorrow party shortly."
"Well I'm on my second bottle, so you've got some catching up to do!"
