Give Me A Day or Two, To Think Of Something Clever.

Kasey couldn't help but to laugh, "No, I'm not much of a singing in public guy at all." He wasn't sure if he was really much of a public person at all, then again, he was sitting at the Luna Lounge. The man offered Jeremy a wry smile now, "Honestly, you don't look like much of a sing in public kind of guy either." He took the finishing sips of his pint, and stared at the empty glass - both mulling if he wanted one more drink and thinking over the other man's question.

Finally, Kasey shrugged, "I'm not sure if I had something like you - living at the hotel. It was more like, I lived on bases and such." He thought it over a bit more, "I don't think I could live at the garage though...granted, I prefer more remote than the hustle of city life. Even here sometimes feels like a bit much." The man leaned back in his chair now, deciding that one more beer was not needed as his cerulean eyes studied Jeremy, "God, I can't even remember now...I should ten, fifteen years or so. I ended up getting battered on a mission and had to retire." Still, he had to laugh, "What makes you say that I got the 'army scruff'?"

He smiled wryly, "Old watch dog? But yeah, I suppose you're right. Heidi's the boss boss, not me. But I used to fix, now I just bark at people. I step in when its short hang, but any fixing is just for personal pleasure now." He leaned back in his chair now, sighing a little, "I think she's arts and something else...Tally is a first year though, so maybe it will change." Kasey couldn't help but to cringe as Jeremy called him out on how he described Rex, "I mean...he paints. Somehow he affords an apartment, so I can't complain...it's just...something I don't understand." Granted, Kasey didn't really understand his son at all.

Give Me A Day or Two, To Think Of Something Clever.

Kasey couldn't help but to arch an eyebrow at the other man, "I must be doing something wrong if you think I look like the karaoke type," he replied. He took a large drink of his beer now, before placing it down. Cerulean eyes clocked that somehow he was already half done with the pint and made mental note that only one more was allowed before he closed his tab - either that or he was going to have to order food soon enough, "Not that karaoke is a bad thing. Just...not my thing. Maybe the right person could make me do it...if I have enough beer in my system." Although Kasey tried really hard now to not feel anything from alcohol any more, he didn't even want a buzz.

It was a little interesting to hear Jeremy say that he pretty much had to force himself away from work. Guess he was a workaholic then, although if the Hotel was his home, the other man probably had a hard time staying off the clock as well. Kasey wasn't sure if he would be able to handle living where he worked. Emelia, his lady friend, did the same thing, although maybe the campgrounds were a little more relaxed than the Sea Side Hotel, "Sorry to hear that. I would find that annoying." At Jeremy's observation about the Luna Lounge owner, the older man merely nodded, agreeing with his assessment before being asked to elaborate. A shrug escaped Kasey as he leaned back in the cushiony chair now, "I don't know. She's nice. Doesn't judge. I'm sure she's listened to me a few times at the bar when she's head to fill in. Why? Just curious?" Granted, he supposed that's how bar tenders were suppose to be.

There seemed to be a pause in the conversation as the other man's brown eyes stared at him. Kasey wondered if he asked something that pushed the line, an ability that appeared to happen more often than not as of late. Kasey remained quiet though, given he wasn't the type to awkwardly try and change a conversation if he thought it was going to crash and burn. That was up to the other individual, and Jeremy finally found his voice: "It's not something for everyone. The industry runs in my family so I only had a small choice." Ah. Now the moment made sense. Kasey was tempted to remind him that everyone has a choice, that's how he got out of his own living situation when he was a teenager, but thought better of it. He wasn't Jeremy's older brother or friend, he was merely a stranger, "Ah. I see. I get what you're saying." If the other man wanted to elaborate more, that was now up to him.

At the admission that Kasey didn't look like one who would have been in the army, a chuckle escaped him, "Yeah, I don't really fit the look any more." Longer hair, a beard. All write ups that would have happened had he remained, "American. Retired now though, obviously." If one could consider dishonorably discharged as retirement. As for his other job, "Yeah? Thought you looked familiar." After all, there wasn't much that Kasey didn't know about the garage's clients or their cars, "I hide in the back. Usually let the young folk up front deal with the customers. I only come out from my office if someone tries to take advantage of them or there's a problem." When Jeremy went on to admit that all what he wanted to do was sit at home and watch tv, a gruff laugh couldn't help but to escape him. He raised his glass in cheers to that as he took another sip now, "Yeah. Daughter's entering University in the fall. My son lives on his own now, he's an....artist." It was still weird to say that, "I'm sure the universe will tell you when you have time for a relationship." He added on now, it's not like he could judge. Kasey had firmly remained serious relationship free since Morgan, although lately, he found himself growing found of Emelia, even if it had been a freak accident that caused them to meet.

Give Me A Day or Two, To Think Of Something Clever.

Elle's firm statement about not wanting to talk caught him a little by surprise, not because Elle just quite simply did not want to talk, but more because of the firmness in her voice. Truth be told, Kasey hadn't realized that the young woman had a bit of backbone, but he supposed, just like himself, the quiet ones were always the fiercest. He held up his hands in mild surrender, backing off immediately, "I'll leave you alone. But if someone's bothering you, you let me know." And the man would stay true to his word, he wouldn't bother Elle McKenzie about her situation again unless she told him, that, or it began to affect her work. But Kasey figured that his statement did not need anymore explanation.

Their conversation seemed to recover as he gruffed over not wanting to deal with the two young male mechanics, only leading to Elle softly chuckling: "You don't think you're big, bad and mean enough to handle those two puppies?" Her words made Kasey wryly smile, mainly because those words confirmed what everyone thought of him, "I can handle them, I just assume they'll annoy me at some point or another." But that was probably a given, considering how often the man did get annoyed. It couldn't be helped though, it was just his personality at this point and he liked things to go quiet, smoothly, and for him to be left alone - which likely wouldn't be the case with Heidi's absence.

At the young woman's question about his daughter, Kasey shifted just a little, as if he were uncomfortable, mainly because Elle had guessed correctly, "Yeah." He replied, uncertain if elaboration was needed. He wasn't sure if it made him a terrible dad or not, or just stereotypical like all of the other dads out there in the world. Cerulean eyes glanced off, distracted as he mulled over Elle's next words, "I suppose. I didn't go to University, but I know what dumb teenage boys are like and it worries me. Guess that's what every dad says though. Didn't worry about Rex leaving the house, but Tally, well, it feels like a whole other ball game." And truth be told, as awful as it was, Kasey was closer to his daughter than he was his son. His gaze wandered back to Elle now, "Think I'm being dramatic?" It felt like an honest question, one that could get an honest answer.

Give Me A Day or Two, To Think Of Something Clever.

"Ah...I think this place is probably too classy for karaoke," Kasey replied. Not that there was anything wrong with the past time, he could see how people get joy out of it, but it felt like something more for dive bars verses Luna Lounge or R&R. At least, that was his interpterion of how both places were run. At the question about the owner and Jeremy's admittance that he did not know the owner was a woman, caused the man to raised an eyebrow, "You didn't? You weren't joking about not getting out much then." Maybe it was sexist of him to think this way, but he couldn't imagine a man coming up with the décor or atmosphere that came with Luna Lounge, "Anyways. I guess I know Esther Muller in the fact that she's poured me a glass before, but we are not friends. Merely acquaintances." He was fairly certain that his interactions with her had mostly been grunts and very little talking on his part anyways.

He listened as the sigh escaped Jeremy, well, at least the man was well aware that he appeared to work too much. But who was Kasey to judge? Everyone had their strengths and weaknesses, some people's just appeared to be both sometimes, "I guess a hotel would take up a lot of time." Kasey mused out loud, "Props to you. It wouldn't be my cup of tea." Hospitality was never his cup of tea nor conversation, both which were required when running a hotel. He was better off at the garage, hiding out in the office dealing with paperwork, ordering parts, and making sure the mechanics stayed in line. As for the army, "I joined the army when I was eighteen and didn't look back. I was probably in it for fifteen years or so. But yeah, working at the garage here is way more low key." And had zero reminders of happier times.

This conversation felt like it all was getting a little personal for Kasey's tastes, but he also had to remember that when two strangers sat next to each other and converses, thats how it tended to go. Lots of talking about yourself and feeling the other person out, "Yeah. I like the peace and quiet of being alone. I take it you do not?" He could understand how it wasn't for everyone. Rex seemed to be taking after Kasey as far as being anti-social went, but he couldn't imagine Tally deciding to hole it up in her room - she was far too vibrant for that. A chortle did escape the man when Jeremy commented that someone 30 years or younger would be too young for him, at least they could agree on that. Their classes clinked as Jeremy joined his toast about getting old, and Kasey took a long swig, "I have two: a twenty two year old and a seventeen year old. You?" Jeremy likely was kid free, but figured it was polite to ask rather than assume.

Give Me A Day or Two, To Think Of Something Clever.

Kasey watched as the other man took in their surroundings. They were a little off the beaten path as far as view of the stage went, but it gave them a full view of the overall establishment, to include the bar, and the people who were dining and drinking for the evening. If nothing else, it was excellent for people watching, and for Kasey, sometimes that was far more fun than watching any of the girls preform. "Yeah," he responded gruffly, cerulean eyes flickering to the stage for a moment, "I think one of the girls is preforming tonight, singing or something." Who though, he wasn't sure. Unlike some of the other men and women here, he didn't exactly come to drool over performances.

Eyebrows arched at Jeremy's order, "Light beer?" he asked wryly, "You already ordered your water..." It was a joke, given that the man liked to think that water and light beer were essentially the same thing. Who was he to judge though, its not like dark beer was everybody's cup of tea either. As the other man sat down with him now, Kasey still couldn't shrug that nagging feeling that he knew Jeremy from somewhere, and yet, it still escaped him. Jeremy admitting to having a long week hardly eluded to what he did for a living, other than he did look the part of being a workaholic, "I work over at Heidi Hunter's garage as the manager there," Kasey explained, "So I think it's always a busy week for me. People are shit at taking care of their own cars. You?" And seemed shocked when vehicles needed routine care. As for the other question, "I come here maybe once a week, or every two weeks. It's more my speed than R&R."

Plus, it was hard to imagine someone his age trying to hang out at the club that was frequented by young adults and uni students, "I take it you don't come here very often?"

Give Me A Day or Two, To Think Of Something Clever.

Kasey had gone through one glass of beer and now was on his second before a shadow fell over him. Glancing up, he saw a rather burly looking man, dressed all dapper like, hovering over him. He was never one to openly talk, so cerulean eyes just stared at the man - figuring that he would speak soon enough. And it wasn't long before the stranger proved his case, "Good evening, I was wondering if the seat across from you was free?" Well, that was unexpected to say the lease. Kasey, to his credit, kept his face neutral.

The man mulled over the thought, before realizing, he had nothing to loose on the offer other than peace and quiet. But Kasey always had piece and quiet, and he'll have a lot more of it now that Tally would be heading off to University, "Uh, sure, help yourself." He said now, nodding to seat before him. He took a sip of his beer now, figuring he better start nursing it considering he had company. There was something familiar about him, but Kasey couldn't place it. Not yet at least. Maybe the guy had brought his car into the shop before and he had to deal with it. He certainly looked like the sort that would rather deal directly with him and Heidi at the garage rather than some of the young help that they had at the front desk, "I'm Kasey," he introduced himself now, "Long day?"