”Tom stood, holding the cane in two hands, with its point resting between his feet. Even from Grant’s memory, this was a common pose for a man who...carried a cane, but didn’t require it for walking. Grant also noted that in that stance, the over-sized head was hidden by his hand.“Okay, I’ll admit that the head is not that noticeable when carried in that position. So what makes it so special?”Tom lifted the cane and re-positioned his hand. Suddenly there was a muted pop and a plastic glass. See you soon. Night night!"I walked home happily. Sian was a nice girl. It would be good to see her again. If I'm honest, I'd also enjoyed a leisurely drink, taking my time with the beer.Whenever I went out with my housemates, Rhodri insisted that we were waiting outside the pub at six when it opened, and that one of us bought a round every fifteen minutes, and to me that was far too little time to drink a pint of over-cold, over-gassy beer.I'm an Englishman. I much prefer my beer warm and. ” he proclaimed, walking back to the kitchen. “My sleeping schedule is the second-most unpredictable thing about me.”I ignored the obvious conversation bait and made my way to the nearest couch, sitting down.“So what’s with you being so stressed?” Chris’ voice casually rang from the kitchen. “You’re not normally this jumpy, is everything okay?”“Yeah, everything is fine.” I dismissively replied, barely loud enough for him to hear. Chris said nothing until he returned from the kitchen to the. "Dana, I fucking hated high school," I replied. "I see no reason to go back and relive the worst period of my life. I don't ever want to see that place or those people again. I'd have to have rocks in my head." Stevie, our lives are perfect," she said. "We're not alone any more like we were in high school. We have each other. This is our chance to show all of those people who looked down on us or through us, that we're just as good as they are. Can we please go?"I grumbled a bit, but finally I.