Jason stepped into the bar after the other man, almost feeling envy at the innocence that he seemed to possess. “I grew up in a shithole. I have issues with my family. I’m unstable. Take your pick.” He shrugged, sitting himself down at the bar, ignoring the few questioning looks he earned. “Punching bags are good for working out but not so much for letting out frustration. At least not for me.”
“I have family issues, too. If that makes things better. I just don’t result to violence. Well, until recently. I’ve been learning to defend myself. Don’t know much, but I can throw a punch…at a punching bag.” He cocked his head as he sat at the bar. “So drinks first or first aid?”