(OOC This is carried over from the chat room RP that's been happening the last few nights. I'd been playing Kevin there, so I'm playing him here. The time line is... dodgy, but I think it takes place around 83 in... the new grid? I think?
Kevin Flynn was fine with being the creator and the great user, but most of the time he liked being himself. That was how he ended up at a booth with a tall drink of something tingly that reminded him of tequila and Gatorade- but managed to taste alright. He lifted his arms to rest on the top of the booth cushion and looked out at all the programs mingling and enjoying their selves. It felt good to see things relaxed and free. Now the only thing that would make it better is some good company.