Nothing comes for Free

It wasn't the Irishman's either, but he also never turned down an opportunity to booze. "What do you think? Bit mental...we don't have these back home," Caoimhín shared with a chuckle, ears red as he glanced around at the dancers. It definitely took some adjusting. He shrugged, the drunken grin lighting up his face. "Hard not to have a good time when you've a whiskey in your hand," he said, shaking the glass to further his point. "Come on, what can I get ya'?"

"People don't get naked over there? Sounds like you made the right move, then." He laughed before looking around and nodding, "Not the worst place I've been, but you won't catch me asking for numbers here. They're not here to date us after all just take our money." He smirked, and shook his head, "couldn't help myself saw a guy come in and do that a little while ago." He smiled, "let's get me a whiskey then. Sounds fun enough I should be able to handle it."

"She looked like the type that would have jumped on me." Halide wasn't much of a fighter. When pushed to the limit, she could stand up for herself and others but she wouldn't ever be the one to throw fists or tussle with another person. "Exactly. There ins't a point then if you can't sit in the middle or in the back. I don't mind the back so much but the front and sides are the worst."

TJ gave a knowing nod but grinned, it wasn't her job to fight off drunk customers any how especially ones that would leap from the bar onto her. That was more securities or the bouncers expertise. "Middle is the best to actually watch the movie from." He smirked, "Back is more for the couples are that just trying to be adventurous. True middle best for actual viewing, middle back, best from hiding your actions in a public place."

All he could do was shrug, "just ask my wife, I'm exclusively a problem, and honestly, I don't care." He laughed as he closed the gap between him and TJ before all but halting, "you're tellin' me, a grown ass man ain't got any beer in the fridge? Really?" He sighed, he couldn't even imagine doing this kind of work without a beer in his hand, this was well, for him-- do when you had nothing else to do work, and that kind of work required a beer. "Being a sober problem is way less fun than being a drunk problem."

TJ shook his head, "I feel like she would have a different outlook on you and maybe end all the positives with you being a problem." He laughed before holding his hand up, "why do you think I was trying to fix this. I wasn't walking all the way to the store." His lips pursed a bit and he shook his head, "mom had some friends over last night. So stocks are low." Bea had been enjoying herself when she could after his win and them not having to scrape together funds just to keep the roof over their heads. "Then let's get this beer problem solved so you can go back to being the main problem. Unless you'd rather suffer this heat?" He smirked, "or is this your way of telling me I'm too good to ride in your truck now?"

"Ah, so the concrete won the fight," Liv nodded. While they were long since done, it never went unnoticed that despite how small the small town was they never had any run-ins. Well, until now. Liv clicked through the rest of the intake chart and added her own notes. He would need about two or three stitches. She noticed TJ kept averting his gaze from the corner of her eye. Then, he talked about her requesting someone else like this was a hair salon and not a hospital. Liv slowly spun around on her stool, facing him, and cocked her head. While years passed, she had an idea for why he was looking like he broke her favorite mug in the dishwasher. "Even if I could do that I don't want to. Although, I am curious: why do you think I'd want to strangle you? It's not every day I see a Big Brother winner."

He nodded, "yep." He said sucking air through his teeth as he watched her but tried to avoid direct eye contact. "Probably because when you found out I was on the show I got dirty looks everytime I saw you in public." His brows gently raising but he shook his head, "I saw an opportunity that you didn't take so I took it." He shrugged, knowing he had felt left behind by so many people that were his friends. They had either settled into some sort of success or being able to comfortably transfer into adulthood.

"How 'bout you don't got to leave but you can't sell your bullshit?" Colt replied as he glanced up from the car that he'd been tinkering with in the quiet afternoon. Or it had been until Tj blew through with yet another pitch to let them go into business together. "An' if you try, then you gotta leave." Though it wasn't so much a threat as a warning to keep it from getting to that point because he wasn't in the mood to even consider the idea. It was too outlandish, even if Tj had the funds now, to even consider it being a reality despite Colt doing everything in his power to get enough money together to not only take it over but keep the lights on.

TJ rolled his eyes and shook his head. Colt had been what seemed like a lost cause but at least he was thinking about it all a little bit deeper than he was. He took up a seat on one of the rolling ones in the shop. "Alright, alright. I give up already. I can't talk you into this idea at all clearly." He smirked, "but can I talk you into helping me out with my old dirt bike?" His brow raising, "you were always better with them than I was."

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TJ smiled and clapped Finn on the shoulder as well, "Pretty good, pretty good. This isn't my usual joint but I got talked into it for the night." He laughed taking a drink from his beer before looking around, "You having a good time, I see." He nodded to the other's drink and smirked, "I might have to get myself something stronger to keep up with you."

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TJ stepped out of his truck and headed to the front porch with a smile, "hey you two, you know got a noise complaint filed on you right? Heard the neighbors talking about it." He laughed stepping up on the porch and ruffling Ollie's hair, "hey kid, you the noise they complaining about?" He smiled before looking at Mason and smirking, "I'm only kidding I hope you know that. You alright?"

"Not my type of show but I think a lot of people enjoyed it." Especially by the cheering until she'd been pulled down after almost tripping on her own too feet and spilling on the drinks on the bar. "I can't say that I enjoyed it from where I stood. If I was a few feet away and not directly staring at her legs, then I would have probably had a better view. It's like going to the movie theatre and sitting in the front row."

"I'm sure they did." His brows raised as he nodded, "should have shot her with the water. Not sure if that would have helped your situation though or made it worse." He smiled and shook his head, "if you can't sit at the back in the center at the movie theater what's the point?" He was serious but his tone had a teasing sound to it. Most people were not in the back of the theater to watch the movie after all.

Hopping out of his truck, he couldn't help but laugh, "I don't know who told you I could fix somethin' but they were lyin'." He shook his head as he eyed up the situation, "consider me here for trouble and beer." Vann shrugged, "last time I fixed anything I was a teenager, and it took me years. I don't think I'm your guy." He laughed, "they ain't teach ya how to do it faster in TV school?"

TJ laughed shaking his head at Vann, "so you're bringing more problems then? I don't know how I feel about that." He sat down on the porch step though, shaking his head. "No, they didn't unfortunately that was learned before. I may still be a bit rusty from my stay in the house." He smirked, "I don't have any beer on me right now. If you drive I'll buy. Since I can't really get anything in that right now."

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Tj had been soaking in the privacy for a bit. He had listened to whispers the whole time he was waiting and the occasional one from outside. He hadn't expected though for Liv to be the one to see him. After the break up he had avoided her, after all he felt like he was a problem for her more than anything. He sighed, raising his brows at her question, "uh.. long story. Tripped going into the house and the concrete step didn't like me landing on it." He smirked losing eye contact with her for a minute before looking back, "if uh... you don't wanna do this you I can request someone else. I'm sure it's against the rules for you to strangle a patient."