#jasepicks

      grayson slumped down in a chair by the bar, exhausted from the day he had. his hand went up to call the bartender, “can i have a sprite?” he asked, watching the bartender make his drink. his head turned to the side, catching jase sitting a few seats down. he walked down, sitting down in the seat next to him. “hey,” he sighed, his elbow on the bartop as he slumped once again. “how in the hell do you skate? i went with pj and i fell i dont know how many times, i think i broke my fucking back.” he said, half joking as he mentally had convinced himself he was crippled now.