The Moosehead Tavern [1]

"Hurt someone?" I asked concerned. "And how old are you? To be worrying about this stuff? Its not that bad."

"No, like, I really really hurt someone." He says, "And I'm sixteen. But, like, that person isn't really...able to breathe much anymore..."

I look over at the two chatterboxes. Man, these guys are talkative. Eh, at least they stayed out of my way. I tend to get angry somewhat easily...

"Dude! Great Job!" I high fived him. "Ive never seen anyone thats got the guts thats sixteen like me to actually do that much harm!" i smiled.

Jace lets the girl high-five him, but he isn't sure just how he feels about what he did just yet.

"So, how long are you going to keep your brother like that?"

"Until he says he'll leave me alone." I said laughing.

Jace laughs with her, feeling almost like himself again.
"You're pretty funny, you know." He says. "I mean, the way you look at life."

"Im never serious. I just think of life as um... A game." I shrugged. "its like there Are obstacles, you have to try to overcome them to win the game." I smiled, taking a sip of my drink.

Obstacles. Jace thinks over this word as he sips on his own drink, used to the sandpaper-like burning sensation that it sent his throat.
"A game...I like that."

"It's pretty easy." I said. Jace was pretty cute now that I thought about it. I smiled. "But sometimes you lose and have to start all over.."

Jace shrugs.
"That happens in everyday life too." He says, catching a strange glint in her eyes. He looks away and smiles, blushing a little. Did he like her? He isn't sure yet, but the fluttering in his stomach might account for something... But did she like him? Possibly...

I smiled looking foward. "Yeah for me its just like the usuall." I look in his eyes. "wow..." I said blushing. "You have cool eyes." I said turning back to my drink.

Jace blushes again. Cool eyes. He didn't get that compliment very often.
"Thank you." He says, glancing at her in the corner of his eyes.

I laughed to myself. I traced the outside of my gun, getting bored. My eyes turned purple. Then I started playing with my hair.