I've been smoked out of heaven
I won't go down easy
It feels good to walk this way again; the path never quite so grown over as it is now, nor their ‘activities’ so few and far between. It isn’t sadness that grips Raza’s heart, because she’s never been a sad person, it’s more resignation at a sign of the times and that nostalgia for way back when, when the Governor was bribeable and they didn’t answer to a fuckin’ herald. When Zeph was around. Or something like that. She comes bearing gifts - brandy ain’t her thing - dark hand gripping an even darker bottle. The good whiskey. Just below top-shelf, if you know your booze. With a soft hum of greeting to Jack, she takes in Milo and Adam, with that last one a surprise. “Boys,” the bar owner says with a nod an’ a grin. Grabbing a glass, she holds it to a candle, runs her shirt around the rim a couple of times, looks again, and deems it clean enough. In goes the warm brown liquid, and then the bottle sits on top of the keg as Raza takes a seat.
may not be brave, but I'm stubborn as hell
RAZA
