"Laughing, the younger Gray shook his head and glanced up from beneath his fringe of dark lashes as Randy corrected him. Straightening his spine, he cringed, despite his rebellion some of those ways were still stuck in his veins. Another being forgetting to say please or thank you, though he still did, just. Sometimes it slipped his mind. "Hit me," He began anew, "Please." Saying a quick thanks, he downed the drink and licked his lips. "I just don't see why people judge me for that name.""
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"You might wanna slow down," Randy noted aloud, but set the third glass down and made the first two disappear, blue eyes flickering across Jason’s face thoughtfully.
Giving a facial shrug, the Southerner wandered off to motion for his brother, standing eagerly in a corner, to remove the waste of space currently sleeping on a barstool nearby.
”Ain’t my place to judge. People get judged for a lotta things nowadays, though. Make what y’can out of it and laugh the rest away. Only way to be.”