[ John gestures to the bartender — two of his usual, he mouths — and then his hands fold on the tabletop in front of him as his attention returns to Brock. He's got a decent eye, but outside his initial inspection, he hasn't taken the time to try to pick apart this guy's life.

Strange as it is, he doesn't remember Rumlow and he thought he knew just about everyone in town. Of course, since his accident, John's memory hasn't exactly been doing him any favors, has it? One day he might have a complete set of memories, but that day is not today, apparently. ]

Joined up after high school, actually. Didn't see myself makin' a career of baseball, y'know?

[ Their beers show quickly, dropped off at the edge of the table. Blake distributes them, setting Brock's drink down in front of him, and then taking up his own. It's just a regular old beer, nothing fancy. ]

How 'bout you? What d'you do? Other'n criticize avocado toast as a breakfast replacement, I mean...