He's never been one for this particular sport, but damn if he hasn't his fair share of the result of this rivalry. Sometimes, it's worth the watch just for the fighting, but other times? Well, he's actually spending more times watching those glued to the television during those other times. Right now, for instance, is one of the times where he just has this feeling the night won't end with everyone shaking hands and commenting on a "good game."
For now it seems to be just fine -- fine enough that he seems perfectly relaxed as he leans, back against the wall, all the while holding a friendly debate with one of his fellow regulars. They're discussing which brand of beer tastes better, though it's clear they've just about entered a stalemate. When he hears his name within a short break in the usual loud chatter, Gladio momentarily wears a grin, all the while lifting a bottle in Togusa's direction, "Sup."
After patting his debate opponent on the shoulder, he laughs and says he'll concede "this time" since he's clearly got nothing on this guy's taste in alcoholic beverages. Clearly the guy's too wasted to care, though; there's a hearty laughter of a response as Gladio walks over to the brunette, sitting near him, beer rested on one bent knee as he releases a sigh, "You can say that again... Pretty sure I've done a month's worth of work just in this past week, myself."
There's a light, though almost... dry chuckle as he pauses to take a sip of his drink. His eyes shift from the television, back to Togusa, "How've things been?"
BAR FIGHT YESSSS
For now it seems to be just fine -- fine enough that he seems perfectly relaxed as he leans, back against the wall, all the while holding a friendly debate with one of his fellow regulars. They're discussing which brand of beer tastes better, though it's clear they've just about entered a stalemate. When he hears his name within a short break in the usual loud chatter, Gladio momentarily wears a grin, all the while lifting a bottle in Togusa's direction, "Sup."
After patting his debate opponent on the shoulder, he laughs and says he'll concede "this time" since he's clearly got nothing on this guy's taste in alcoholic beverages. Clearly the guy's too wasted to care, though; there's a hearty laughter of a response as Gladio walks over to the brunette, sitting near him, beer rested on one bent knee as he releases a sigh, "You can say that again... Pretty sure I've done a month's worth of work just in this past week, myself."
There's a light, though almost... dry chuckle as he pauses to take a sip of his drink. His eyes shift from the television, back to Togusa, "How've things been?"