Grant rakes awkward fingers through his hair, and chuckles again. Half my family talks like that. Grant thwacks him in the arm. Grant shakes his head, leaning on folded arms. Hard not to lisp when you're missin' front teeth.
Dark eyebrows lift.
Specially if the threat's enough. Grant twirls his empty glass idly between his fingers. I don't think that suits. That is, if you'd rather I didn't. Yeah, well, don't go outta your way.