[A Benny's of all things survived the apocalypse and got sucked into this world with him. What were the odds (he was expecting Waffle House, if anything).
But it was the jarring sight of something so mundanely familiar that drew Andy in, and it was the rundown interior that convinced him to stay despite his common sense. It was almost homely, really, similar to the hole-in-the-wall bars he had drifted between, looking for odd jobs from any who'd tolerate his presence for more than a few weeks, untethered and adrift in a world that didn't hide how little it wanted him. In these kind of establishment, no one really cared who you were... just sit down, lower your head, and drink, and you could stay as long as you wanted, or until closing.
Which sounded... depressing, but to Andy it was also a strange source of comforting security. This should function the same as back on Earth, right? He can just sit here and sulk over his circumstances without needing to put up a mask or anything.
So, he slid onto a spare seat and picked up the menu, skimming it and finding he knew none of these drinks. They didn't even list their ingredients... ugh, he hoped none of these had vodkas in them...
But he was snapped from his examination when his neighbour turned to engage in conversation, and Andy internally sighed. So much for some peace and quiet. But, he obligingly pasted on his 'Friendly But Dumb Protag' mask and turned to his neighbour with a guileless expression, blinking his mismatched eyes at him.]
Oh, uh, I haven't been to this Benny's before, so I couldn't really tell you. But, uh- [He quickly glanced over the menu, latching onto the first drink he registered] 'Cyrus Concussion' sounds good, I think.
[...wait.]
Cyrus Concussion? I didn't know he was a pro-wrestler...
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But it was the jarring sight of something so mundanely familiar that drew Andy in, and it was the rundown interior that convinced him to stay despite his common sense. It was almost homely, really, similar to the hole-in-the-wall bars he had drifted between, looking for odd jobs from any who'd tolerate his presence for more than a few weeks, untethered and adrift in a world that didn't hide how little it wanted him. In these kind of establishment, no one really cared who you were... just sit down, lower your head, and drink, and you could stay as long as you wanted, or until closing.
Which sounded... depressing, but to Andy it was also a strange source of comforting security. This should function the same as back on Earth, right? He can just sit here and sulk over his circumstances without needing to put up a mask or anything.
So, he slid onto a spare seat and picked up the menu, skimming it and finding he knew none of these drinks. They didn't even list their ingredients... ugh, he hoped none of these had vodkas in them...
But he was snapped from his examination when his neighbour turned to engage in conversation, and Andy internally sighed. So much for some peace and quiet. But, he obligingly pasted on his 'Friendly But Dumb Protag' mask and turned to his neighbour with a guileless expression, blinking his mismatched eyes at him.]
Oh, uh, I haven't been to this Benny's before, so I couldn't really tell you. But, uh- [He quickly glanced over the menu, latching onto the first drink he registered] 'Cyrus Concussion' sounds good, I think.
[...wait.]
Cyrus Concussion? I didn't know he was a pro-wrestler...
[What! It sounded like a stage name!]