He called to mind an ageless boy; someone who had lived in many different time periods, and was at home in each. A sense of timelessness pervaded the space around him, suggested by the garments he wore easily - as if they were made for him and he never changed - a thigh length dusky, scratched, tan leather coat, faded jeans with threadbare holes in the knees, scuffed brown leather boots, a white cotton button down shirt loosely tucked under a thick worn brown leather belt.
Jessie watched Josh nod and then pull himself up to make his way unattended across the large sterile room to the side entrance, where he would likely be less noticed, she figured. At one point, he stopped and stared back into the artificial space he’d just vacated, and Jessie turned to see who he was looking at – Charlie. The two men held each other’s gazes and she instinctively knew that, in his own mind, Josh had sunk to an all time low as his old friend cowardly ordered him, via an employee, out of his bar. The standoff only lasted a few seconds, but Jessie could feel high tension between the two men’s steely gazes, as this time Charlie held on as if to say, I win. I’m the better man. Then, a brief second, as Josh glanced with barely focused eyes in Jessie’s direction, and hung his head in shame before being escorted, stumbling, out of the door.
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