[say]"Your tab's about due, Mr. I'm-gonna-be-Warden,"[/say] said the bartender.
[say]"Next time,"[/say] Theo grumbled, pushing his glass back to the bartender for more whiskey. Though she looked skeptical, the woman poured before moving on to tend to another customer.
Theo was not sulking about losing the election. After all, the way things were in Halo, they'd probably have another election by next Longheat. The problem was how he intended to survive until then. His old enemies were circling, and he really didn't like the idea of being trapped here with them all Deepfrost. Maybe he should go back to Torchline? But the truth was, he'd worn out his welcome there, too.
Ah, the troubles of an honest gentleman.
[say]"Next time,"[/say] Theo grumbled, pushing his glass back to the bartender for more whiskey. Though she looked skeptical, the woman poured before moving on to tend to another customer.
Theo was not sulking about losing the election. After all, the way things were in Halo, they'd probably have another election by next Longheat. The problem was how he intended to survive until then. His old enemies were circling, and he really didn't like the idea of being trapped here with them all Deepfrost. Maybe he should go back to Torchline? But the truth was, he'd worn out his welcome there, too.
Ah, the troubles of an honest gentleman.
