Iskra
oose did not understand what Iskra was saying, but he tilted his head back and forth all the same, eyes locked firmly on Iskra's as if he might try and pry into his mind. It was then that a voice called out, and Iskra looked up from his conversation with his best friend, hand lifted in a returned gesture. "Hi," he called back, and Goose gave a soft woof in response, turning to look at Hawthorn over his shoulder. Pretty easy going with everyone, Goose was also plenty happy to ignore others, so for now he remained mildly curious as Hathorn approached.
"Didn't expect to see anyone else here, of all places," Iskra admitted to the man, regarding him carefully, half convinced he might just be a spectre from a disturbed mound. "I'm Iskra, and that's Goose," he offered by way of greeting. Canteen still in hand, he lifted it up in question. "Thirsty?"
"Didn't expect to see anyone else here, of all places," Iskra admitted to the man, regarding him carefully, half convinced he might just be a spectre from a disturbed mound. "I'm Iskra, and that's Goose," he offered by way of greeting. Canteen still in hand, he lifted it up in question. "Thirsty?"
Woke up drunk at 10 a.m.—we gon' do this shit again
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniel's got a history
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniel's got a history
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
