bro you fucking shot me

Adam nearly made a face at the sheer amount of smugness packed into Lucas' voice but just about avoided it, having to concede that it was slightly deserved. He'd promised he could defeat the 'wall', but here he was still on the other side of it. "Make the horn a 6.5 and we can make a deal." He grinned, flicking his eyes downward and back up. Still, innuendos aside, a drink did sound like a great idea (even if he'd come up with it himself). "Ooh, so many shitholes, so little time. It's like a dirty bathhouse." With a dumb grin he nudged Lucas then began to walk faster, eager to be out of the cold. "But I think we should go to the tavern. Free drinks all the goddamn time, it's amazing." He had already become a regular customer of the Rathskeller, amazed at the free flow of the taps there. Heading back into town with Lucas to go for a drink, he tried not to look at the hole in his clothes where he'd um...shot him. It didn't matter if he was okay, right? ADAM We could get better Because we're not dead yet