#leomlarson

where: salty siren brewery

With two witch themed concoctions in hand from the theme week's specials, Ziggy can't relax even as he seats himself opposite Leo in the beer garden and sets the drinks down on the table.

It had been easier to ignore the constant cocktail of guilt and paranoia that he was dry-drowning in when the only people who knew there was anything between the two of them was the two of them. Now there was Cricket and the inability to ignore a Pax shaped poltergeist that loomed large and made him feel worse about it all by having to ask his best friend to lie by omission.

Cassidy watched the gears in his head turning. She always valued Leo's opinion on all things art. Meeting him at the farmer's market had come in clutch for their creative muse. She still had the bracelet they made together that day and it was one of their favorite things that it extended past just jewelry making and crafts to discussions like this. Because Cass, while going to school for 'traditional' art and art history things, didn't also connect with it. Having Leo's perspective helped and you know, made retaining some information in classes worth it if only to 'show off' later. So she listened as she looked from him to the futurist piece, head canting, "Yeah-- the sculptures are kinda eh for me but pieces like this? like the use of color and shape are pretty cool...fascism though...not so much," she paused then tapping their thumb with their ring finger, "So what's your view on separating the art from the artist then? Think it can be done or are we our work and our work us?"